“Kill your health and kill yourself, and kill everything you love. And if you live you can fall to pieces, and suffer with my ghost…”
Some dreams I had:
Lost somewhere in Moulsecoomb(?). Under sheets/duvets on a pavement, like a homeless person, with BK transforming into MM. BK was not receptive, MM was.
Attempting to dive from a kitchen counter onto an opponent through a table… wrestling. Too many pans on surface. My favourite wrestler waiting for a surprise attack in a cabinet. Work colleague made me stop for fear of her having a panic attack… she was shaking.
Last night – on a giant cruise ship, looking for a loo. Chaotic, lots of people. Not sure if there was anyone there I knew.