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.