Saturday lunchtime

Good lunchtime,

I am very tired,
It was warm last night and I struggled to sleep.
I dreamed a colourful and vivid dream about Christmas,  woke needing the loo at about 4am, slept again.
I dreamed of prison again, the terror and being trapped, I will never really recover.
I dreamed that I was supposed to go to court and over and over again the prison forgot to take me to court and I was panicking and panicking, because I knew the court were supposed to free me.

I am not sure how long I can go on like this, with the bastard diocese and the nasty little states of Jersey rippinging me mindlessly to shreds for no reason and to no aim.
Why can they not accept that their destroyal of me was supposed to finish with them leaving me homeless destitute and branded?
I am longing to return to the safety of rough sleeping, where I will be beyond these wicked people.

I am in pain and tired, I am in my day chair and I do not want to move or do anything.