Continuing nightmares. I’m still up till 6 or 7 in the morning every night, and when I finally DO fall asleep, I have nightmares about the end of the world, or about Heather leaving. I just woke up out of a dream about doing a Q&A session with a bar full of people being televised by the BBC. I sat in the next room until it was all over – people speaking in silibant tones (Parseltongues?) and nonesense. Fluting fluent english tones. The only part I overheard was the interviewer discussing my artwork (“To each their own, but perhaps he can still get work painting slogans on the sides of churches.” – tittering laugh). ilyAIMY was never mentioned and Heather thanked me for driving but told me she had a ride home.
No zombie-killing wife in THIS dream. Just failure.
