THURSDAY 26
8.45 AM. Cold grey sky. Not a healthy sleep. Pain in my left thumbnail and joint with stiffness and pressure in my left hand. Sharp pains in my left ear probably caused by infection from this cold lingering on. I have a persistent nasty cough accompanied by green phlegm pouring from my nose. Edward has been kept awake most of the night by his tremendous farts. His tummy is bloated, the breaking of smelly wind has quite upset him, he coughed and farted all night long.
Dreamt...My mother was screeching at me. We were working at a grave side garden attempting to arrange it perfectly. Later I was at home attending to the household cleaning when the plumbing broke down sending water gushing all over the home. A large buffoon of a man was supposed to do the repairers but he was continually unhelpful and panic reigned. A young child, a little girl who was playing in the water-closet rushed to inform me a huge hole had suddenly appeared in the bowel of the pail blue lavatory pan on which she was sitting. I shouted at her and she collapsed instantly on to the floor showing a dirt smeared bottom. All dirty little children in dreams are demonic or unholy baby angels sent to deceive the dreamer.
My voice is very croaky and my throat feels soar again.
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| ANGEL BY EDWARD STEPHENS |
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