BIZARRE DREAM RECALL - WHAT TRIGGERS OUR DREAMS? More recently I dream my worldly goods are on the back of a hand-drawn cart. I keep putting my dog and three cats on the back of the cart. They keep jumping off and I repeatedly put them back, but eventually, they run away and I can't find them. My wallet is something else I regularly lose in my dreams and I end up roaming the streets with nothing more than the clothes I am wearing. Brexit angst?
I suffer from Arachnophobia at the best of times ... in fact anything with a 8 legs and a plump, hairy abdomen and I'm off. So, why would I dream about a tarantula crawling across my face and open mouth?
At the beginning of 2017, I was dragging myself around like a 100 year old tortoise. My daily regime had become pathetic. I would lie in bed until almost midday when, guilt ridden, I would rouse myself. I would eventually give in to my dog's pleading I really, really want to go for a walk now look and amble up the road and back. The rest of the day would spend doing chores in between lying down on the bed or sofa and I didn't want to talk to a soul.
Sleepless nights these days don't pose too much of a problem for me given that I no longer have to don a suit and go to work. However, being awake half the night inevitably does has a knock on effect. I get nothing done around the house or the garden. As for trying to pack 20 years of global travel on a budget when you haven't got the energy to pop out to the supermarket ...