good dream! not that I liked it, but because it made sense and is reasonably describable. though I suppose I did like it. went back in time to an old school and met childhood friends grown up, who only recognised me when I smiled. a boy who asked a friend to crush his hands in a machine so he had an excuse for not doing his homework. the friend balked, the boy commanded, and the friend started, but crushed.. crushed! too much, it was quite awful, the broken hands turned black and grew, their owner still before just walking silently away.
I woke up too early, as usual, so went for a walk. ventured into the bush, despite thousands of snakes just waiting to bite my ankles. passing a station I decided split second to go to the city, and was there for dawn. I bought mumm’s birthday present, came home and made her a card, went back and posted them. and went grocery shopping and a $40 hat.
Nia constantly makes 1second remarks. on her day, on what’s on TV/the radio, on what she’s doing, on what she’s going to do. they’re usually rather unintelligent. I never acknowledge them.