"I have a recurring dream": that I can't get to sleep.
But here are some strange awake dreams while trying to get to sleep for the nth night running - dreaming while staring at the dawn coming through the cream blanket hung as curtain...
Bette Davis (me) threatened by Cary Grant (me) with gun in a lift. Through Cary's (my) eyes see Bette (me) somehow lay Cary (me) out with a vicious wee uppercut and Bette (me) watches Cary (me) crumple to the lift floor. Think split mirror view as crumple happens. One folds conically into the other.
Building: an arcade, or shopping centre, or hospital, every turn and corner blizzarding and blitzing with violently smashing glass and crockery - bang-flung than manorwoman-flung. Dodge and dodge and duck and run - still end up with a complete dinner service in my scalp. It hurt, physically in the dream, like lumpy burning. Blinded by blood, even flowing from my ears. Someone on a helpdesk, who appears to be Madonna?!? pulls a large piece of broken bottle from my head, and waves me on through.
Apart from that, I'm ok. And I don't like madonna.
Take care all
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