Well, I'd like to say I slept well but although it was asleep, I had the most horrendous dreams.
I bought an old speculum from the 50s that came in a green velvet lined box and instructions. I remember it being on a shelf and me finding it really fascinating.
An Eastern European man tried to rape me but didn't. He just undressed me and had me lying on the kitchen floor and I couldn't get away as he kept biting me really hard and it hurt my bum and my legs. There were loads of postcards around and I concentrated on ones of Ossett and Taunton to try and take my mind off it. Eventually I managed to kick him really hard and run away.
I was in a car on a holiday camp and kept trying to escape this traffic warden woman. Eventually I got tired and decided to give myself in but when I was walking towards the woman, a paramedic in a mask tried to accost me. We then realised I wasn't who I was looking for and he let me go and I walked over to this woman.
The last part just before I woke up was that mama died and I had her foot in a pan because I didn't have an urn or anything. I remember panicking because I didn't know what to do with her but I knew I had to do something. I eventually went to this funeral place where this lad stood on a concrete porch at the front and started to put the pan in a bath And fill it up with water. Then I woke up.
I wouldn't even like to start analysing what any of this means.
