The last mission was thankfully brief, but boy do they bring out the crazy pye-wacket dreams.
I had this dream I was at a blood tasting event with Savid. It was all very civilised – fancy clothes (I had this amazing red dress on, covered in crystal things) and sommeliers circulating. Only I guess they were sanguiniers, not sommeliers.
We had to taste all these different types of blood and try and guess what type of people they came from. It was pretty vile. I remember that the caucasian female tasted really metallic and Savid whispered to me, It’s in the liver.
Then Eric came in, wearing that tatty old feather boa he loves so much, doing his one man conga.
Fortunately, Kitty jumped on me just at that stage, because, trust me, I would have woken up screaming if I’d had to witness the grand finale to Eric’s conga again.
BTW, my pendant has started….throbbing?
Night night, Diary.
Must look online for one of those dream catcher things.