I woke up from a strange dream last night.
It was in a house I used to live in (in Glenbrook), but the house was really big an nice inside. Warm lush carpets, 10 billion foot ceilings, etc.
There was a room. I think it might have been my room, or at least I though I was the only person who went there.
When I came back to the room, some furniture had been moved. Like the bed had been remade basically and the pillows were in the wrong position. I knew something was wrong.
Then I was out the front under a big tree, and I saw the footage of someone in my room.
I don't know how that happened, but it turned out I had evidence!
My mum's friend had been in my room stealing my cigarettes and putting them in a big yellow paper bag (with writing on the front, that I was able to read, but now I forget what it said).
I saw her leaving through the front door, and when I looked at her she became fearful and ran away.
So I chased her.
I guess when I realised I was chasing a 50 year old woman down a grassy hill because she was involved in a conspiracy to rob me of my cigarettes I decided it was time to wake up...
I hardly ever remember my dreams. I like it when I do.
John.