I had a bad dream last night.
I dreamed that my Mum told me I was boring. And, what's worse, my sister backed her up! That little traitor!
This turned into a dream of me running away from home (i.e. my parents' house, despite being an adult in the dream) on the number 10 bus (there is no number 10 bus route anywhere near my parents' house, but somehow this seemed very important), with the family dog - an Old English Sheepdog called Charlie (we have never had a dog). It turned into one of my recurring "being chased by something I can't see" dreams, and I woke up in that middle of the night state where you think that everything in the dream was real.
I was quite distraught. OMG, people think I'm boring??!!
But then the slightly-more-awake part of my brain said "but people comment on your blog! You can't be that boring!".
And I settled back into blissful, dreamless sleep.
Does anyone know a good therapist?
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