DREAM RECORDING DIARY.

THURSDAY 9 JANUARY 2006.

11.29 AM.  Patches of blue sky showing through fluffy blobs of pink edged white cloud.  Wind shaking the sparse vegetation in the front gardens opposite our house .  The swooshing sound of the vehicles rushing down our road.

I have made my first coffee of the day and am back in bed.  Awaking at five this morning to Edward complaining that he could not sleep with me disturbing the duvet.  He expects me to lie still and strait all night without changing position, so as not to shake the mattress which is impossible to do if my back itches or my hair falls into my face.

Lying on my studio floor in my sleeping bag gives me the freedom to move and stretch about with out fear, it just takes an age to fall asleep.  Dreamt... I was attending a meeting with  my friend who collapsed fainting into my arms.  Making her comfortable she recovered and we talked. Realizing that my mouth was bulging  on examination I spat out into my hands most of my teeth.  In shock I stared, my teeth were transparent, one after another they kept popping out of my gums and falling into my hands until only three remained locked into my gums giving me the appearance of a gummy old hag.

I lay listening for the chimes of the dining room clock to strike for some time before sleeping once more and dreaming again this time I was in the  company speaking with a long dead couple of uncles.  One had the stature of a prince the other like that of the Duke.  I was given by him a pair of white satin baby's first shoes and a Victorian baby doll in a box. I was informed that they were gifts  presented to me at my birth.  I admired their pristine condition revealing  they had never been used, embraced the two men and woke. Edward visiting the bathroom searched me out  before returning to bed.   In my third dream last night I was happily working on the set of Holby City television drama talking to one of the female stars who invited me to attend a social event with her and to meet the television moguls.

12.34 PM  Deep blue sky with intermittent bursts of sun light.
 I feel fragile and weak it will take time for me to recover after all the emotional stress of yesterday.  I still feel ill with the worry and the fear of it all.  Edward is down stairs trying out the new ironing board and steam iron.
11.29 PM  I have one hot water bottle on my feet and the other on my tummy the bed will be too warm for sleeping.  I worked on my lap-top computer most of the afternoon, cooked our dinner, mash, Brussel sprouts and chicken Kiev.  After finishing the ironing Edward watched war films on television.

It is cold in our home as we try to avoid having the heating on all day to save money.  Edward us still watching television down stairs.  I have a "Daily Guidance with Angels." Book to read in the mornings by Doreen Virtue. 

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