Tuesday Morning

Good morning,
Well last night I did a lot of writing, as you can see.
It was hard to sleep, very hot and I was all lively from writing.
I was also watching Bruce Almighty as I wrote. Haha, I liked the bees.

I am awake all sleepy, but I had one hell of a nightmare.

I dreamed I was in court, and the court simply could not or would not explain a thing to me, over and over again I tried to tell them I didn't mean to be bad and had been hurting and reacted, but no-one could hear me,  and they tried to make me go into court and I wouldn't because I didn't understand, and so I walked away and they said it didn't matter because it was the initial hearing and I had to be there for sentencing,
so I went away and walked and saw the police and thought they would get me and I was a fugitive and I was bad, so I went back to the court, and the clerk was speaking to me over some screaming children and I couldn't hear a word and the people at the desk wouldn't help and I was confused and I said I would go again and then I wouldn't know if I was mean to be in prison or fined or what, so I did.
Then the dream was about my old landlady and her family, they were on the beach and one of them had become a mormon (not a freemason, oh good), they included me in the family as they used to, but I knew in my dream I was not who I used to be, so I wandered off.
Then I got a message from Bob Hill in my dream, saying that I deserved misery.

Dreams are a good way of  continuing the flogging that the Church of England normally eagerly provide.

I am sitting in my daychair in pyjamas, I need to get my cuppa, wash, and sort myself out and go to the drop-in.