Last night I went to bed exhausted as I hadn't properly slept the night before. I kept having nightmares and waking up in cold sweats! So last night I was ready for bed. S, my flatmate, started talking about the fact we went to bed on Sunday (as in gone midnight), this all happened because I was trying to work out what day it was. It was Saturday (as sunday can't happen until you've gone to bed, everyone knows that). So last night I went to bed a dreamt.
I dreamt of S, and how he got himself a lovely girlfriend Clare. The only problem was I was really jealous. I couldn't believe it. Sort of freaked me out this morning.
I also got freaked out because I was awoken by someone using the bathroom at 9.30am this morning. I sat straight up in bed wondering how could be in the flat that early in the morning since the boys were at work! I was convinced it was Monday. It took be a good 10 minutes (and looking for a weapon) to realise it's actually sunday. I love my flatmate, Thanks S. He thought is was funny that I forgot it was sunday and I was trying to find a weapon!
I'm not a morning person!
I had a dream too. In mine I found a new cupboard in my new flat. In the
cupboard was quite a large room. In the room was a squatter. He had himself
a campfire and everything. Then he disappeared and nobody would believe me.