My first dream of the night I am directly correlating to reading The Shining before bed, something I won’t be doing anymore.
I dreamt I was staying in a hotel with John and this horrible face kept appearing on the wall, and I kept trying to shout and scream to wake up John but I couldn’t move or make any noise. Creepy.
Next dream, I found a three-legged frog and I was going to nurse it back to health, but then it changed to being three rats, and finally a three legged cat. Only I couldn’t take the cat because I already have a cat with FIV (it’s true, I do) so he had to go to the rescue home :-( and my friends wouldn’t take him which I thought was very selfish, so I walked into Birmingham and ran into my cousin who offered to let me borrow her railcard so I could get home.