Only goes to show

I had an EMDR session and went to bed, able at last to sleep.

Wok to find I had not locked one of the back doors.

There was a strange dream too, much longer than I can recall, but one bit of it is still vivid; As part of this cross country run /Larp I was doing, there was an avenue of green trees so thickly canopied above and below it was pretty much a circular tunnel of green. And as I ran along it, the path was littered with dying birds, all killed by one or the other of two men with rifles taking pot shots into the air. I somehow got through to the other side, to wherever I wanted to be... But the memory of that grotesque road stays with me.

There was something about a bomb.

The dream I remember from this morning, a man from the Knights of somewhere with a stall about his order. JS asking me about a made up word, an iman something, some place where you find imans? Was my psyche talking about a madras? A huge event where I got to play and perform well at the same time as getting a great meal. There could have been logistical difficulty in this roll out of dinners, but it went smoothly and everyone ate well.

Due to stuff, the decoration of the front room came down to me. As the carpets came yesterday and the sofas very early this morning, I have been working hard at what I do badly in order to get it finished in time, then sleeping badly because that always helps.

I like the results. Try as I might, pastels don't suit me; I need unrepentant colours that smack me in the head. I'm basically a 60s child who got to the 90s and decided never to leave.

Unhappy stomach due to a week's diet of Weetabix, yoghurt and doritos. This weekend I must make room for vegetable content, if only to avoid scurvy.

I have learned so much about decorating over this fortnight; mainly to pay someone else to do it.