Five a.m.

It is so disgustingly hot over here that I am forced to take a shower every 10 seconds. I can't sleep at night, and although this is not new, it's been worse. Take last night, for example.

I go to bed at something like 1 a.m., determined to sleep. By 1.44 I am desperate but also wide awake. I get up and find a comic to read to ease my brain and perhaps encourage it to shut down for a while... I read until 2.50 a.m., then manage to fall asleep somehow.

At 5.00 a.m. on the fucking spot I wake up, as usual. At five I seem to wake up, no matter what day it is or how tired I am. By this point I've has one (1) fucked up dream, in which I have a small daughter whom I have to leave at our shop for a few hours this one night. So I drop her off at the shop, and watch as she locks the door behind her. I drive off and do whatever it is I have to do. When I come back, there are no lights on in the shop, and my daughter is not anywhere. Panic follows. I call the police ..etc. Then I get this idea from nowhere, literally sprout it out of my arse, that a murderer has my daughter and is hiding her somewhere. The police make me go home. When I get home I suddenly know (you know how dreams go) that the murderer (who looks like Nicholas Cage) is hiding under my daughter's desk. I find him there, and wake up.

So okay, I turned around and tried to go back to sleep. By about 6.30, I was asleep once more. This time I was in some kind of jungle area, by this waterfall type thing. But it wasn't as steep as a waterfall, you could climb up it. It was shallow water, and in the water, there were all these barbed wire thingies with shark heads stuck in them. Fuck knows why. Anyway. My task was to help the orcas coming up the waterfall thingy to go down again. Yes I know. I don't know. Orcas...

I woke up again at about 8 a.m., this time my room was quite light, so going back to sleep was even harder. I read a bit more, and then fell asleep. This time my dear friend Amy and I were staying at this hotel, which got flooded, and we got swept down to this area of the hotel that is under the ground and the first floor had two white trap door type thingies which opened up, silently, when you as much as brushed against them. Inside, every fucking time, was this little black boy in a blue shirt and this woman, maybe a teacher, talking to him.

Amy and I knew that we must not get caught. Every floor was like the first one, with the boy and the woman in each room revealed by the trap door. We then saw this old woman who realized that we didn't belong there, even though we tried to act like we did. She recruited us into their mad cult or whatever the fuck it was, and gave me this little gold book about being a princess. I was given this really gorgeous room to live in, and so was Amy, but mine had this random guy in it who though he was going to win the lottery soon. We were told we could never see our family again. They had this area that stimulated an open field, in case you got claustrophobic.

And then I woke up, and went to the bathroom to pee.