Thursday, 19 December 2013

this morning's post

Good morning,
7.30am, moving on day.
Can't do much until midday, so have to wait and hope for the best.

I was dreaming a lot in the night, dreamed of my family, sad confused dream, dreamed of my uncle Mike, then I dreamed I was working with a very sad and quiet gardener, and he said to me 'you never ask questions or try to get me to talk', and I replied that I never asked questions or tired to get people to talk, and he said that because of that, he would talk to me.
He told me about his son who had been killed while working on a hedge.

That was a sad dream.

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