Anxiety dreams

[smokingboot]

So first there was the dream of the flying nasties, then the teeth falling out dream, and last night, the house being broken into dream. I wasn't in it at the time; the police told me of a man called O Neil who broke in and stole nothing but destroyed what he could and urinated on what he couldn't. They warned me it was good that I wasn't there. I couldn't feel concerned really; someone showed me a new design for an office cubicle, Gaudi inspired; it was beautiful and airy but you had to clamber to get into it.

So, hmm, I am probably a bit nervous about the new gig. There is something in my head I want to write; may do so if I get time later.