Yesterday evening I was being led towards the boys’ toilets by the hand. My hand had been forcefully grabbed and I was shocked and confused by such a forward act. I have to admit that I had been reasonably dashing on those roller skates, but this seemed an over-the-top reaction. That all cleared itself up when my grabber smiled at the mirror by the boys loo, realised the extent of her tooth damage and screamed. I was there for moral support.
Last night’s sleep was very low quality – it involved short bouts of freaky dreams punctuated by me sitting bolt upright in bed and being convinced that there were extra people in the room with me. A distant memory awakened in me when I woke up, which may be the root of all of my sleep disturbances. It involved a children’s story about a witch at the end of the bed. The child in the story would fear the eerie moonlit witch standing at the end of his bed, and hide under the covers. In the morning, the witch would have always disappeared and be replaced by a dressing gown hanging at the end of the bed. Perhaps this is why I wake up like a meercat on crack some nights – a spooky story told to me as a child.
I passed out at about 6pm this evening, slept through the mojo meeting, and missed the lunar eclipse. I figure there’s going to be spooky stirrings in the collective unconscious tonight.