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Either way, in my dream there was a man who had lost his son and had created a 3d piece of art in memory of him. He had found this therapeutic and was therefore offering to create a similar piece for others mourning. I approached him and we talked. He agreed to make a piece for me and then asked me whom it was for. I couldn't remember. I thought to myself, well I've been crying so much the last few days, I must be mourning. Then I remembered it was my friend Cheryl (who I lost in 1998).


I woke up pretty much immediately after this and felt so guilty I thought I was going to be sick.

In my waking hours I think it's just a good example of the denial going on in my brain.

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In other news I spent the afternoon attempting to Christmas shop on line. People are going to get very unimaginative presents this year.
Oh an dmy concentration was so shot I ended up ordering all the gifts from one website - but in 4 separate orders. Thank goodness for free postage!
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I bought myself some new pyjamas in the week. Mum admired them muchly and, as it was her birthday yesterday (great timing Dad!) and imagination as I've indicated above is very low, I ended up buying her a pair as a birthday gift. Today saw us sitting in adjacent chairs, in identical pjs, initially reading the Sunday papers in unison and then knitting...!