The Most Crazy Morning/Night You Will Never Experience

You may be thinking, ‘oh I’m looking forward to the new change’… but: 

Art on a Friday just isn’t going to work, so I’m going to have it as art/random – because we all need a good old ramble! So, last night this morning I woke up at 1:30, I imagine. I read my book until 2:30 which I thought would pass the time. I thought it was about 6:00am but I got out of bed and looked at my iPad.

2:43, whoops.

I went back into my bed for about half-an-hour. I had a dream of my brother and I but he was speaking to me and I spoke back. It seemed so real, and I wanted to stay there. But I started thinking about how I must be sleep talking, then was too tired to carry on in the dream – so quit it. I could stop and start my dream just like that.

It was pitch black in my room – but I could make out a figure luring at the end of my bed. I wanted to get it off – and with my slippers on I kicked it (I was too tired to take them off last night). And then, oh, a meow crying from outside of my room. I kicked my cat off my bed. 

I woke up again at about 2:50, watched some YouTube and waited for the clock to turn. I decided at 3:00 to get up and go downstairs. I watched some Doctor Who (ironically the episode was “Sleep No More”) and considered getting ready for the day, but I knew I’d make too much noise. I watched until The Doctor started saying ‘sleep is essential’ blah-blah. There were a series of loud bangs throughout that morning…

I went back to bed and had another dream. This one made me feel the most uncomfortable. We started off at my Granny’s house. There were knocks and bangs (like earlier that morning) and people were saying ‘stay, stay! It’s nothing!’. I’m not sure what happened after that but everyone had left but my dad, brother and I. We were in the living room and heard more bangs and cracks and voices coming nearer. This is when the house turned into our’s. We were in our living room – Jon playing with Nerf guns and we were talking and watching TV, it seemed settled. 

The people must have been in our kitchen, but one man came into the room we were in and said ‘I thought this was my house, sorry’. All of them left, I had lots of things going around in my head.

At some point in that dream I saw Clara on the episode I was previously watching of Doctor Who and she said, definitely not in the cellar. But these men were in the cellar of both our houses – even though we don’t have one. 

Then comes another dream…

We were in Greece (mum, dad, my brother and I) somehow I knew my dad and mum had this villa there. I’d ‘seen it before’. Their bedroom was a shop, and those men from the previous dream were on a market that said ‘artists only’. I was an artist? My mum and dad weren’t allowed! And Jon was pulled up by the Police. I walked from one end of the market to another where the villa stood. Mum came through the front entrance of the other side and gave me a ‘house tour’ but we only went to her bedroom. I was a shop! I can barely see what the house was overall – I just can’t remeber, maybe I didn’t look.

I was in Greece but it seemed very Italian. There was that really disturbing ‘artists only’ market but there was a lovely square. To get to the market you had to use an alley leading from the main square. Our ‘villa’ was in the square and mum and dad’s room was completely glass, and was a clothes shop. It really confused me. 

You probably can’t understand my over-thinking mind, but I have so many theories already of how that morning began. 

I may edit it but if you’re reading this its completely raw.

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