[Sundae]

Hey Sky - last night I had a dream where my Dad really yelled at me for what happened over Christmas. He called me lazy, worthless, not part of the family and told me point blank the only solution was for me to move out.
And it had him down to a tee - he was still trying to mediate even when he was flaying me alive (verbally), and still trying to say it was all over now and no need to keep rehashing it. But it was bloody awful and he came out with some real home truths.

Luckily the dream moved on to something more pleasant (I seem to remember John Barrowman was present) and I woke up only mildly disturbed.

As soon as my parents went out however I cleared up the clutter in my room - as I know it drives Mum crazy - washed out Diz's litter tray (a real scrub once a week not actually due til Wednesday) washed my bedding and did the ironing.

All of which went un-noticed, but hell it made me feel less guilty.

So I know how you feel. The power of dreams is teh grimness.