Burial at Thebes

Multi-tasking is evidently not my thing. Whilst trying to combine reading literary criticism essays with moisturising my winter-ravaged skin in my poorly-lit bedroom last night, I somehow managed to confuse this: with this: .


I think that showers might be my favourite thing in the entire world (next to pesto, and swing). Stepping into a scaldingly hot shower at some godforsaken hour in the morning is like being hugged by your best friend after a particularly bad day. Better, maybe. It is basically my only reason for getting out of bed at the moment (Detective Fiction essay is not doing it for me anymore, imagine that).

Anyway, the point of this was: dreams. I have been dreaming an excessive amound recently, to say that usually I don't dream at all. Last night was particularly weird; first, I was having a Carluccio's food-fight with Mr & Mrs Bucket from Keeping Up Appearances ("CHILLI SAUCE!"). Then, I had created a new world and only my brother and I lived in it. There was nothing but grass and sunshine and huge gnarled trees which were equal parts branch and water-jet. You could turn these huge, multiple-fountain trees on and off as you wished and I was so delighted! After that, I think I was investigating a murder a la Miss Marple. The night before, I dreamt I was involved in a class project with Graham Cox and Liam Mitchell, which is strange because I have not seen or thought about them since Mill Hill.

The night before that, I had a nightmare! It was awful. I was a sort of CSI-investigative type and it was my job to fill in this shallow pit that had a woman's mutilated body in it. She had been killed by this weird giant burning circular-saw thing that had come over the wall behind her. After I filled the hole in, these two kids appeared and I was holding them/hugging them, and the little boy was telling me (about his sister), "She's my Pig!". Then, I put them down and went to do something else and when I turned around the giant circular buzz-saw had come back and not only burned open the body-pit, but the two kids were completely blackened and horrendously dead. I woke up crying, it was so graphic!

Tonight, I am not sleeping. I am going to write my Detective Fiction essay instead so I can actually do some reading over Reading Week Weekend.

Also, I am going to the theatre with Lee and Ross on Tuesday. I am a bit scared! It is a bit of a grown-up thing for me. Also, it is the Eng Soc trip night, which I had really wanted to avoid. Still, maybe everyone will be envious of my non-wanky, non-English-student friends. Maybe I am not scared, maybe I am just excited!