smokingboot

Second night of a terrible recurring dream, growing in intensity. In the dream I am in my bed asleep when I become aware of a boy in the room. The night before last he was curled up where the laundry basket is. In the dream I think he is some kind of harbinger and there is something I am meant to do, instructions I am meant to follow but I can't remember them. Confused and frightened, the first night I yelled, 'I see you/him!' and woke up. Even in the dream I don't know which sentence is meant. Last night I saw him again, other side of the bed, same sense of foreboding, same confusion and forgetfulness of a procedure, something I am meant to do but can't recall; again I yelled, 'I see you!' same screams only this time real enough for

larians to wake me up and cuddle me back to sleep.

I don't know if the problem is the arrival of the ill-omened boy, or me forgetting the instructions regarding how to deal with him. I am having problems with my neck and shoulder muscles, so perhaps this is what's ruining my nights.

Daytime life is lovely right now. The pond I made last year is a hectic craziness, full of froglets, with damselflies on every reed. My first waterlily will be blooming soon. The pond is near lost in a thicket of brambles and honeysuckle, a pair of vegetable thugs I'm expecting to deter cats from following the frogs between their stalks.

larians' veggie patch looks promising: the dwarf peas are in flower, delicate little blooms. Spring into summer, wonderful time!