Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Bloody subconscious

I had a horrible dream last night.

I dreamt that the Baron had only a few hours to live after being poisoned (and no, I hadn't been watching the Simpsons!). He was paralysed on our bed, and for some reason I was sent to Australia that day. As you are.

He just stayed in that limbo state, waiting to die, and I stayed with him (when I returned from Australia a few hours later - great transport!). Just waiting.

It was horrible. I just sat and held his hand, whilst crying.

The legacy of that dream has stayed with me all day. Everything feels a little off kilter, out of focus.