Earlier this week I had a bizarre dream. I forget which night it was – I don’t really know (or care for that matter) what day it is now. In my dream I had a nosebleed. Not just a few drops but a torrent, almost as if something had burst inside my head. Apparently this is either a forewarning of danger, financial worries or a feeling of not being appreciated. I’m going to ignore the varying interpretations from the Internet and instead substitute my own metaphor of finally getting rid of some of the build up of thoughts from inside my head.
My transient insomnia returned last night which was really annoying. Various things were still going around inside my head but the one that is still there is the theme song from The Littlest Hobo.