sleep, perchance to dream

For the first time in weeks, I managed to dream while sleeping. That means I finally achieved REM, which means the pain must be abating! Hooray for super steroids!

Not very exciting dreams, just snippets, but such small pleasures nonetheless.

A particularly strange one involved about a scruffy Englishman named Boddington, who looked like Paddington bear, but wore a Martin Margiela suit instead of a red pea coat.

Another one was easier to analyse. I was in an old old milinery shop which was closing down and managed to grab lots of vintage jewellery. But before I could negotiate to buy over the glass counter tops and mirrors, I woke up. They would have been lovely in the Swirl shop.