I hate my dreams, I bloody hate them! I go to sleep in a perfectly relax mood and my brain goes into override on the day’s events. So I honestly could not of been that relaxed. I sieve through my day trying to work out what could of triggered this depressing dream.
1. This is a depressive article about the true reality and the search for a cure. http://money.cnn.com/magazines/fortune/fortune_archive/2004/03/22/365076/index.htm
2. I had written on a FB page of a fellow blogger and had read her recent blog. ‘Being Sarah’
3. My granddads, nana and father’s death to tumours and cancer.
4. I am writing a script using experiences from my teenage years not cancer related, fragments were in the dream.
These four things had got mashed together and had folded out into a mini movie in my head. It will teach me a lesson to go digging into memories whilst reading postings on my FB board.
My sleep pattern is a bit like this also. I’ll be going to bed on a positive high and my dreams tell a different story. The stress of day to day living has a way of twisting you into a depressive state of mind. I hate my dream, I so hate my dreams especially when they are not nice dreams. I want candy and happy thoughts not the dream I had last night. Now I will be feeling crap all day because I will be thinking about it. What a bloody downer!