Monday morning

Good morning peeps.

Well last night 'Humans' came to a fascinating and splintered conclusion, thankfully not too violent this time, and that is it until the next series.
This was yesterday's episode:
http://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/tvandradioblog/2015/aug/02/humans-recap-season-one-episode-eight-the-big-finale

Humans is on really late for me, it starts at 9pm and finishes at 10, when I normally have my television off by 8.30pm, and when I have been watching Humans and drinking tea in the advert breaks when I shouldn't be drinking tea that late, I end up not going to bed on time and sometimes watching humans repeated on +1 which is not good either, so it was 11pm and later before I was in bed and today is not a normal day so that was silly of me, I also have a theory that watching something like humans last thing at night triggers nightmares and vivid dreams.

The first dream that I recall was a nightmare, I dreamed I was very high up on a tall building, sitting on some sort of lift thing, you know the ones they clean windows with on skyscrapers? anyway, I was on this lift thing with a few other people, and instead of window cleaning we were being given a kind of tourist tour, very exclusive, but two of the people were drunk and fooling around, and they bumped me and I ended up plummeting off this skyscraper towards the ground, trying to tell myself there was nothing I could do but close my eyes and hope it was quick.
I do not remember hitting the ground in the dream, I remember waking up parylysed in the dream.
I still have no idea why I get these very clear and detailed dreams but someone once told me to write a book about them.

Anyway, I woke up feeling very hot and sick despite the windows being open, so I took my top off, drank some squash and slept again.
I usually need something to drink at night so I have a jug of squash nicely out of reach of my habit of flailing and lashing out in my sleep.

Anyway, I slept again and dreamed about the church of england, mainly in the dreams I was homeless and they were trying to take over and forcibly build me a home while I protested that it was not what I wanted.

Anyway, I woke feeling ill in good time to go and deliver the papers.
It is a grey start to the day after all the bright weather and I am hoping it will clear so that I can have a nice day out with my adoptive mother.
I think we will stay well away from the cliff edges after that awful dream.
I am nervous to even go and collect the adoptive because I have never driven down there or parked there. Nor have I driven the route I intend us to take for the day out.