A night of restless tossing and turning, feeling awful and being really tired! Been completely detoxing off sugar and part of that now is alcohol. I like a little drink now and again, but the reality was a little drink every evening almost. It had to reduce, not only for our health but also for our wallet. Detox is good, I feel like I'm slimming down each and every cell with the release of glug from it, but, it does bring in a few residual toxic effects, mostly emotional and mental.
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| Morning at the beach a few years ago |
Last night I was in a dream where I was a guest on a trip to a conference, but for some reason my two daughters were with me, and I'd accepted a lift from someone I suspect was a work colleague. She had a big car, a husband and two grown up kids, but her car/van thing was still big enough for all of us. So we went to the conference centre and nothing too much happened; there were displays and walking around themes, talking and speeches, presentations etc.
Nightmare begins when I go to walk out to their car and my colleague friend person starts to talk animatedly about going back as far as Maroochydore (a town up the coast about an hour or so from Brisbane) as she's been able to organise a visit for her family with a friend of theirs...and she's really completely not connecting totally with my expression of worry.
So I begin by saying something like, "So you'll take us back to Brisbane then, and drop us off?", to which she replies, "No, I thought you knew we were only offering a lift here, not back again"
I'm gobsmacked, thinking, 'seriously? are you going to seriously just leave us here', wherever 'here' was....that wasn't quite clear being a dream an all...I just felt very 'far away from home', and with Charlie and Angelina with me, I felt quite abandoned and vastly 'put out'.
Then the dream warps and I am searching for a loo, and clothes, and have had to leave the girls in the car with the other family while I search for my lost backpack/handbag thing, because for some reason I've lost it and its got my phone and my cards and my money in it of course, and I'll need all that to get back home with the girls. In desperation after searching every loo and corridor, reception desk and other places, I return to their car and ask if they can at least take the girls as far as Maroochydore and let them stay with the them while they visit friends, because I have no money or way of taking care of them without cash or a place to stay. My now 'not friend' huffs, and her two teenage kids kind of look sheepish because they can see their Mum is being a bitch...and the dad is saying he'll wait a bit longer but he'll have to get going soon.
I return to searching for my lost backpack bag and find lots of similar ones. I think of taking the cash out of them but don't do it. I leave them where I find them. Finally, after a lot of toing and froing, I sit down in a change room and across from the bench I'm sitting on I see two people pulling my wallet apart and examining the cards, dibbing them out to their scraggy friends. It runs through my mind what would happen if I ask for it back and the running around etc that would ensue, so, I just walk over there and grab the wallet out of their hands and put my hand out and demand the cards back.
It works and I'm on my way to find transport to Maroochydore, because I know that they've left in the car, and also, Charlotte has now turned into Carmen, my sister, and she is taking care of Angelina, the baby. I have organised (in flashback) that if they have to leave before I get back that I'll meet them in Brisbane at the train station. Central Station right in town.
I trot to the train station in the town I'm in and get the next train to Brisbane. Strangely though I have an encounter with some slimey guys in the carpark of the station before I board the train. They're asking if I want to get a lift with them to Brisbane instead of going on the train. I say 'NO, I'm going on the train thanks', and this bloke offers the ride again,... all I have to do is blow his boss in the backseat and they'll do it for free. Eeeeuuuuk.
Creepy creepy people around in the world. I start to worry about Carmen and Angelina getting to town safely and me getting to them safely.
I kind of woke up here, all sweating and torn up. Decided to go back to sleep and make this dream work out well.
I get off the train in Brisbane and get the next one to Central Station, meeting Carmen on the platform and taking Angelina into my arms. I say "Right, lets get home fast" and Carmen says "no problems, I've already called Dad and he's coming in to get us already, he'll be here in a moment"
So we get home on the freeway in Dad's car.
phew.
Wot a bitch that lady was. I hope her friends were real pigs and made her holiday suk.
:)
