This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Sunday, 4 May 2014

Sunday Night - nightmares

Well I went to bed early due to being tired, it is always a bad idea to go to bed too early.

I dreamed, nightmare.

I dreamed I was with some people and they seemed nice enough, then we got to my old home, and they said 'do you know this place?' 'Did you live here?'

And I didn't answer, because I realised I was trapped.

I knew they were CofE, and I knew they had bad intentions but they were being all nice and soft soap, all kind and caring, and I could see through it, so I didn't answer.

They took me into a building, and by then I was trying to escape.
They turned nasty, and I was desparate to get a witness, knowing the record they had got me already and that I didn't stand a chance, so as I fled, I got my phone out and tried to find someone to phone so someone could hear what was happening.

As I got to the door, knowing that these CofE were going to wrong me with false witness again, as they did in real life, people gathered, curious, like they did when I fled from Fisher and Scott-Joynt's friend in Winchester, and I begged one of them to stay with me as a witness, but she seemed scared, and instead, a big crowd gathered round the CofE people who were chasing after me, to hear their side.
I woke up at that point!

It is amazing how detailed dreams can be! And how that dream showed up the injustice of the past in just a few minutes of dream.

At least I hope it is the past.

And it is now late and I hope I can sleep again. Peacefully. I am not liking this spate of nightmares about the CofE, it really upsets me.

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