In this dream I was forever filing my fingernails and they just grew any old way and this was so distressing. There was no way I could stop them growing.
Another dream and I am sitting in a crowded A&E hall, like a drafty airplane hangar, trying to stop some nurses from getting me into an operating theatre yelling at the top of my voice, it's a chronic condition, an autoimmune disease, surgery is not an option.
And I wake up and think, oh to hell with it, I must get out of here and well again, back to having weird and wonderful dreams.
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