I've been having the most dreadful dreams lately. I've dreamt all sorts of horrid things- from being told people I care about are dead, to being stuck on a bus to nowhere, twisting down side streets and alleyways until I'm bewilderingly lost.

I also keep dreaming about failing subjects. One recent dream featured an horrible opera, a burning colosseum, and my father leaving for several years and returning as a changed, cruel person, intent on taking away my stuffed toy cat Cy who only has one big, central, stitched on eye. I love my Cy, so it's quite understandable that I woke crying.

In the same dream (or at least another bad dream I had that same night) I was going home from my French seminar, which always finishes late in the evening, and realised I had one more course I hadn't previously realised I was enrolled in. This meant that I had missed most of the classes for it for that semester. As I was rushing to this mystery dream class when I got a multimedia message on my mobile. It was a photo of me standing in an open lift. Only my feet were visible in the photo and there was a disabled sign painted onto the lift floor under my feet. Somehow, I knew the photo was from my immediate future, and I wasn't allowed out of the lift because the course coordinator was blocking my way, telling me I couldn't attend the class because I'd missed too many and was going to fail everything.
Weird but awful.

Michael agrees that my dream catcher needs airing, but that isn't possible at the moment as it's pissing down with rain outside and will probably continue to do so all weekend.

I'm probably set for even freakier dreams over the next couple of days, because I'll be reading Clive Barker. The man is a beautifully cruel, sick genius. The best modern horror writer imho, and has written some brilliant urban fantasy too...which reminds me, I ought to reread Weaveworld some time soon. Easily one of my all time favourites...

I just haven't the time. Between nightmares, I'm trying to finish a squillion assignments. *sigh*