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:

Thursday, 7 August 2014

Thursday Morning

Good morning,

Well I slept a long night and dreamed over and over of my impending destroyal by the diocese.

It seemed like I dreamed this all night until this morning.

This morning I was dreaming about  my family, we were young again and I was with the others, we walked through waste grounds and derelict shops.
Then I was homeless again, but managing well and with kind people reaching out to me, but another family were disrupting my life because they were homeless but weren't coping well, so I went and got them some of my blankets and things, 

Then I was back with my family, and I told them I was going to ride my boke, but the bike cables and everything broke and I was sad, and there was a song playing called 'daylight fading' wich my sister had played a lot, she said it was about suicide, and in my dreams I was crying for her because I had supported her through years of troubles and then she had turned her back on me because of the Jersey struggles.

At least I woke uo.
I hope that death will not be a long sad dream.

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