I keep having recurring dreams. Usually, people have them about dalliances with exotic princesses or winning the lottery. Me? I keep thinking I've killed someone.
Great. Wonderful.
What a top dream to keep having. Very relaxing, I can say. I'm sure Freud would have a field day with that one.
My psyche, not happy to torture my unconscious with just that little doozy, has now added a new recurring dream. My car has become a picked-over shell. Yeah, up on blocks, no tyres or headlamps, etc.
I really, really look forward to nodding off these days to see what hideous nightmare I'll sleep through.
Ain't life grand?
Four years on
7 years ago
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