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These Dreams

I don't often blog dreams, but just lately, I've had so many very odd ones that I thought I should. I've been not sleeping so much again lately, so my unconscious clearly sees a need to pack as much strangeness into every available moment as possible.

I've had a series in which I've had things stolen, from a car to some clothes off a washing line, but all of which while I was in odd circumstances (having dinner with some people I haven't seen since university, on a date with a woman I've never seen before, on holiday in a strange city where I didn't speak a single word of the language and everyone appeared to be deaf anyway....), I've also had a couple in which I've been back at university and either missing vital exams or have failed them (these are particularly real and for some reason especially upsetting), and I've had a few return engagements from the old favourite where I'm trying to organise a group of people going away together and everything that can go wrong, does go wrong.

It's quite clear that my unconscious hates me.