I got the bus back to the summerhouse last night, and I decided that because it was early and I shouldn't spend too much time alone or I get the distress and terrors about the church I would go to McD's as I had a full card of stickers.
It was a mild foggy night and I wandered into McD's and had a hot chocolate and went on the computer.

Then I went back and settled down to sleep.
I was asleep immediately, but woke in terror at 2am in the morning crying out to God for help because I was in a horrible nightmare about being sexually assaulted.
It is interesting that I always try to cry out to God when I am trapped in a nightmare being harmed by something or someone, and I always tend to wake up then.
In that nightmare a while back when I was in a possessed lift I was saying hail marys and crying out to God, I think I missed that out of the description of the dream.
Anyway, I woke up and said some prayers because in my terror the summerhouse seemed full of scary shadows, I lit a candle and bowled out of bed to wee in the pot, I was really boiling hot, I tucked back down with just my feet in the sleeping bag and the rest of me under a thin soft blanket, and I was warm still, the wind was blowing fiercely and hurling itself at the summerhouse and making the doors and walls rattle.

I slept and woke up still warm and groggy, the neck pain and headache chose today as their day, so I had tea with paracetamol and I had a wash and eventually persuaded myself to head into town, when I got to town there was a collapsed man on the pavement with some paramedics doing paramedicky things.

I went to the daycentre and got some food and drink and then came to the library to type this :)