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.
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