I have always been a dreamer. Since I can remember I have dreamt almost every night and been able to remember them.

When I was young i used to have recurring nightmares, always the same three. Obviously very scary for a young girl, I believed that the witch living on my stairs must be real if i dreamt about her all the time, and as for Mrs.Bun who sits on the toilet while I’m in the bath then tickles me to death when I got out…I did not have a bath alone until I was 19.

OK, that’s clearly a slight exaggeration.

My point is that dreaming was something predicable in my life, and I soon learnt to recognise that I was asleep dreaming, but could control them. Not all the time, but most. I managed to tell the Witch on the stairs that

“this is my dream and I do not want you in it!”

she disappeared, after telling her that a few times, i never saw her again.

The worrying thing now is that I seem to be dreaming really vividly about things that scare me in the day; see my previous post “it gets into your head”

most recently I have been dreaming about syringes and being chased and attacked by a male heroin addict who wanted me to become addicted too! most disturbingly he attempted to rape me with the syringe before i kicked him in the head.

I might need some therapy!

I do not have a phobia of needles at all, never have, but when a man walked into the reception of the hotel I work at holding a used, bent syringe in his hand, i have to say i went a bit funny.

placing it on the counter he explained that he had found it right at the back of the car park and that he didn’t want to leave it there.

well of course not, children may fall on it of course…if they are allowed to play at the back of a car park that resembles waste land. it is much safer to bring it in to where hundreds of people, lean, balance their bags, slam their fists when they get pissed off etc.

I picked it up and put it behind the reception, the remains of a dirty brown substance inside seemed to have solidified a little. definitely not used by a diabetic.

it took the ‘managers’ 45minutes to remove the syringe, and when they did it was placed into a PLASTIC BIO-HAZARD BAG! not exactly sharps proof, i remarked while threatening to ring the council to have it removed. they lied to me of course about having a sharps container downstairs where they were going to put it.

we ended that conversation on “bullshit” from me and a  grin from them!