Sweet Dreams or Terrible Nightmare

 So I had a dream about my ex, which I've not had in a while.

In this dream I was on the toilet and my ex was there with her tits out getting angry at me for looking, I told her I've seen them before and why is it now its bothering you. And she said its because we are no longer together and I said but I've still seen them, so it doesn't matter.

Her new boyfriend who was obese stepped in and for a second I thought my ex titis have disappeared before I realised it was just her new boyfriend that was in between us, joking and laughing.

I wounder if its because I saw a clip on the internet of two and half men with a similar but different scene.

Also I've got a loan out for £1,000 and used it to buy a new computer which is arriving in a few days.  I brought a computer desk and chair also, and the living room in my flat is starting to look like my home. Just need to work on my bedroom now, then after that, looking at decluttering the flat.

Is it the wine?

 I don't know if its the bottle of wine or that I have some plan for the flat, or that I have a lot of stuff in my flat that I need. I don't know but for what ever the reason, I'm in a good mood.

No idea why

 Sometimes I feel like I want to cry and I have no idea why.

Do you think I could write anything positive in this blog?

Do you think I could write anything positive in this book?

I don't know, I feel like its all going to be gloom and doom, along with bad spelling, gramma and hand writing.

So how am I feeling today? My energy is up today, still got a cough from the chest infection and can breath normally now. On antibiotics for it, been on it for three days now.

The only time I think about writing, lets call it a journal as a diary sounds too girlly. But every time I think about writing the journal, its because I'm angry or sad or life is sucking about something.

That's why I said is it just going to be me raging against the machine. I hope not, it would be nice to write about the positivise too.

The hardest part would be to keep up with this practise and make it a routine.

I do feel like we are all slaves to the system and we are still no different to wild animals, just with extra steps.