Just awoken from a nigthmare.  Forced myself to wake up.

Last nghtt a bad dream, tonght a nightmare.  I havaen't had one for years.

Especially this one - a version of the one I reblogged a few weeks ago.

This time I have murdered a young boy - and I and another (both of us young kids?) are about to be tortured and bullied.  Our friends are walking away, not believing.  An old friend (now dead) walks away.

It's set in an elegant country hose, complete with furniture.  Part of me is feeling the enfolding catastrophe.

Before, an old colleague (at the time I last had the nightmare?) has previously saved my job, thanks to management consultants...

Yes, a jumble.  I'm writing it down so it'll go away.

This had happened before when I become happy (eg on Christmas day)

MEMO TO SELF: I HAVE NEVER KILLED OR TORTURED ANYONE.  I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE TORTURED