Dreams

 I had a terrible nights sleep last night. There was a time in my life when I had bad dreams and nightmares every night guaranteed, but for quite some time now as soon as my head has hit the pillow I'm asleep. Sometimes I will listen to music as I go to sleep and when I do I often don't hear much past one or two tracks and the next thing is the alarm going off with nothing in between as sleep happens that quickly. As I say, there was a time when I would have dreams every night after and after everyone it would take that long to get back to sleep again I would just give up and go and play a game on my computer or something.

Anyway for the first time in months I had a dream. I can even remember it in some detail. It started with me outside in a place I didn't know, and in the dark with I think a light aircraft or a drone flying around. I either knew, or assumed that it was the authorities looking for me. If I knew the reason why, I no longer recall the reason. So I was hiding behind walls and anything really to shield me from view. Next thing I'm running and end up in a workshop type place. An old American style pickup truck to my right and in front was a work bench and in front of that was two, what looked to be teenage gang members. I feel there were more, but I could only see two. I was looking through this gap in the bench and it was sort of weird because I knew they would see me through the gap if they looked my way, but for some reason I wouldn't duck down out of sight. Instead I knelt there looking at their faces wondering what will happen if they see me. Which I felt sure they would, but for whatever reason I couldn't bring myself to hide properly to conceal myself. I remember thinking the the best place to hide was to lay on my back under the pickup truck until they either drove off in it or left the place. I remember it driving off over the top, missing me by inches. But that could have been me just running the idea through my mind because it seemed that the over riding debate with in me was whether to hide and risk being discovered, or was it just best to give myself up, which may be better received by them, therefore giving me a better overall outcome. So for that reason I don't think the hiding under the truck actually happened. I had a feeling the gang weren't nice people and that my presence there would not be welcome. I think I was perhaps thinking they may help me escape whoever was looking for me with the aircraft. Anyway I woke up at that point. Sometimes after a dream I know I've had one but retain absolutely no detail from it. This one I remembered, I think all of the dream, but if not I remember most of the detail from that which I can recall.

I had several more dreams last night, in fact the whole night seemed to consist of them, just like the old days. I only remember the first one though. So this morning I have woken up feeling completely destroyed. I feel more tired than I did yesterday morning after the late night working.  I'm now worried that those dream times are returning.

I was supposed to be going baling today, but just as I was about to set off it came a light shower, so it had to be postponed. Instead I went back indoors and helped mum with some housework, it felt like old times.

By lunch time it had brightened up a little, so me and dad went and had a look at the straw to see if it would be alright to bale. It seemed that the rain had burnt off so dad said to go and bale up one of the fields and then to come back home as there was no point in working to late now. So today has been a bit of a mixed bag, what with one thing and another. 

Dad and Nigel brought the combine back to the farm and got it cleaned down and ready to put away when the new tyre gets fitted.

Mum was telling me that she had been talking to Leah in the afternoon and it seems that Norman has been knocked off his bicycle. Apparently someone opened their car door as Noman was passing and he hit it knocking him off. He had to make a trip to the hospital but is said to be alright apart from some bumps and bruises.