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2002-03-28 - 3:31 p.m. I woke up to a nightmare this morning. I was having a weird bad dream about three friends of mine, people who were in trouble. People who I feel like I need to help. Two of them were people I felt that I liked and wanted to give something to, and in the dream that involved finding a misplaced book... but the third person was Z, and I didn't want to help him, and I didn't want him to be there. It turned out that Z was hiding the book I was looking for, sabotaging my efforts to help the other two people... so I confronted him about it, told him to stop messing things up and to just go away because I didn't want to help him. And then he started screaming, this is when it turned into a nightmare, he started screaming, "I'm in deep personal shit, I'm in shit, I'm in deep personal shit" and the screaming was the screaming of a wild animal and I was terrified and then I realised it wasn't Z that was screaming, it was me, I was the one screaming and I was wracked with terror and I felt that nightmare feeling and I jerked myself awake to get out of it. - Any interpretations? Mine is, um, I have some kind of deep-rooted problem that is preventing me from dealing with my problems constructively or being compassionate to others. Some part of me is still screaming, down there in my unconscious, like a wild animal, and I don't know if there's any way I can reach it. - "Things I done make my dreams go bad Like Borstal boys coming home to dad" - Richard Thompson
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