Nightmares

All Saturday night I had horrible, extremely vivid dreams. The first part was all about NY Guy. I found a profile belonging to him on some sort of photo-sharing website (like Flickr), but his user name was Cedric. It was full of photos and videos of him that I looked through. There were photos of him from back in the day when he was young, but he looked like a boy I went to school with called David. There was one random picture of him from a few years ago, when he appeared to be a high-flying chief executive of a company, but he was fat with receding hair. There was a photo of him playing professional basketball for the IBA (International Basketball Association) for a London team, wearing sports goggles/glasses and a yellow kit. There were lots of other sports pics. Then there was a video of him in army fatigues, wading through crocodile-infested water, armed with a rifle. It was like all the photos were emphasising his masculinity and success and busy lifestyle. In the dream I started missing him again. Then I got a message from him saying, "So are we going to meet up when I'm next in London in February?" I suddenly remembered what a farce this whole thing has been, but still felt a tiny bit sad and weird when I woke up.

I fell asleep again and I was trying on boots in Next, asking for two different sizes of two different styles, only to find that the shop assistant was a guy I know at work (who also knows my Mum). When I left, I was suddenly in Victoria Station with Lolly. As we wandered round, I saw some scary-ass shemale who looked like a scarier, younger, more masculine version of the old lady in Drag Me To Hell. In my shock, I unintentionally stared slightly longer than I should have done. Said shemale noticed my open-mouthed gaze of horror, gave me evil looks, then tried to follow me around the station, saying that she makes bags out of babies and that she was going to kill me. It was really scary! I managed to give her the slip temporarily and tried to make a getaway by running for my usual train home, which was just about to leave. But then NY Guy sent me a random text to warn me that someone had been stabbed to death outside a train station near me. I woke up feeling chilled and a little freaked.

Hmm, what does it all mean...?!?!