stevendoig

I've been keeping a journal but not online - this has proved to be a bad idea as my recall has been poorer without writing stuff out twice - I'm going to try harder - I had a nasty dream last night which is worth chronicling.....

My son had gone missing two days ago. It appeared we treated him like a cat and put him outside and he never came back (he's four IRL) we never contacted hte police either. I was moping around the house with my wife and we were talking (I forget the converstaions) but every so often I would break into hysterical crying and shouting because I had lost my son and how he must be dead after two days outside. Anyway, I decided to go out and look for him. Outside my house (which was as IRL) was the estate I used to live in 20 years before. It was a very accurate reproduction. In the distance I could see some lads. One of them I recognised as the son of my mothers best friend. I went up to them and asked if they had seen my son but they were no help. I walked back to my house. I then had a strange flashback to my son rolling down a slope and ending up underneath a tree. I found the slope to the left of my house, climbed down it and my son was wrapped in a white blanket at the bottom of a hedge. I pulled back the cover. He wasn't moving. I jabbed him in the legs a few times and he stirred and said 'Much better now' He then awoke a started biting me, I grabbed his leg and bit him back, just a very small nip. He calmed down and sat up. His face had changed into a hideous wizened old mans. His features were all sharp, his eyes sunken his jowls saggy. He reached out to touch me with pointy old mans hands and I flinched when his fingers felt sharp against my skin. I sapped him away and picked him up and took him into the house. My wife was shocked rather than happy to see him alive. She asked what had happened to change him so much and I mumbled something about him being dehydrated and my son seemed to agree. I then woke up, very relieved that it was a dream.

A couple of other bits and pieces

I was out the back of the shop. There were two itinerants putting a load of crap into bags. One of them looked up at me and said 'Do you have any more of those rubble sacks??'

I was up the back of the shop. A tricky customer I know IRL came in, I feinted right and ducked under a pile of trousers in an entirely successful attempt to avoid the bugger.