Unsettled.

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So the major anxiety dreams have stopped, to be replaced by weird creepy paranoid dreams. Last night, I dreamt that there were enemies/daleks in the world. This is very unfair as I seem to be the only person who thinks Christopher Ecclestone's Dr Who kicked teeny bright-eyes Tennant's attempt into a chirpy little hat with a feather in it. The guy's a gerbil; trust me, I know my gerbils.


So yes, in my dream two of us got out of a car and left 'sensitive information' in it, and I saw a dalek looking inthrough the window; my companion (male, not at all like Jack Harkness but thankfully smarter) led me away down a beautiful tiny italian street, with closely overhanging trees and a canal. I didn't know if I was in Venice or Florence, but it was secret and more, it led back down through time in its own way; We stopped at a library that was terribly English 1930's/40s; a woman with a neat bob asked me "Do we have any re-inforcements at Pino/Pisa?' I stared at her. Somehow I knew we didn't and we needed them.




Then I was in a grassy old wooden palisade with the remains of a stone fort or beacon at its centre. A bird came, a starling with a message tethered to its already bandaged leg. Birds have been featuring in my thought a lot recently. I was surprised someone had sent such an unsuitable bird, but grabbed it anyway (and here's what was weird, I could really feel, just as I feel these keys when I tap them, the movement, the feathers under my fingers, the bird's struggle to get out)_took the message but didn't read it. The bird jammed its beak across the skin beneath my left thumb and bit like a little demon, leaving a strange itchy red scratch. There were no medical supplies there, so I asked the 'servants' so to speak if they had any rosemary and thyme; But I could not recall which of the common herbs was slightly antiseptic; in real life, thyme and sage are both very good for you, but rosemary? Not that it mattered; they couldn't recognise either and knew nothing about collecting herbs.

Saw myself in a mirror; in my adventures, half my hair appeared to have been sawn off; when I shook it out, I had a long mullet, with snowy white patches all over it; I was looking at a woman with very pure features. Then I shook my hair out again and it all grew back just as it is, and I was just as I am.



Weird dreams may be to do with my period having just started (without turning me into a psychopath, which is nice) or worries about my mother; her hair is white, she's very good with herbs and she's obsessed with hygiene and health, she's ill and she eats like a bird. And I haven't been able to contact her these past two mornings, which makes me fear she's disappeared again. But I am not going to fret.

Instead I am going to visit the bank and search for ingredients for chai.

[edited to add] Not at the bank you understand; afterwards. My grammar is seldom as random as my shopping...