Dreamt about Cindy last night. I have these dreams were I shout at her, or rant, or I try to hurt her. Some phsycological thoughts there if anyone wants to analyise this. Last night I was piercing her ears using 2 stones and a sewing needle, as the tools. Now that's David Attenborough's fault, he showed monkeys, on his Life programme, using a rock as an anvil and a smaller stone to crack open a nut so that they could get to the seeds inside. Davie A has a lot to answer for, poor Cindy. Later on (still in the dream) we were at a party and she had smoked a few cigs, so I had to show her up and tell everyone, and sprag on her. Just to prove I am better than her. Why would I do that?
Where does all this come from, do I have a huge amount of disdain for her? Yes! Or is it because I really am a nice person and would never do anything to hurt her, so this is my only way of venting my frustration towards her.
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