you can't keep a good girl down

Some days you wake up and you just don't feel good.

I'm having one of those days.

Dream after unpleasant dream - I'm left with a vaguely disconnected feel this afternoon. My mind's here, yet somewhere else, still pondering over the imponderables I dreamt about.

I dreamt I was breastfeeding my new baby, and it was so so hard.

Then I dreamt that I was sleeping and dreaming and I woke up crying [still in my dream] and hunny comforted me. But when I woke up in real life, I was alone in bed and tears had crusted around my eyes. I don't know what I dreamt and cried over.

I dreamt of Donald Trump [of all people].

I dreamt of hunny going through a crisis and confiding his innermost fears to me - via msn.

I dreamt of my cousins - they were using old-fashioned typewriters.

I dreamt too of people in the past - a solitary figure from some distant, filed-away memory. I don't know why.

Why can't we dream of pleasant, uncomplicated things all the time - like donuts and ice cream and waffles?