He came to me in my nap today. I was instantly lucid. He was interviewing me, and it was really funny. He kept asking me funny questions, and I felt my nervousness pass.

He told me that if I could remember not to overthink, and not to give out too much information, that it'd all be ok. I told him my plan about the mini donkey and he said I was being ridiculous. I said a few censored things at the end of the dream, but he caught me, and gave a couple of really clear looks that made it quite obvious I'd overstepped some kind of boundary.

Woke up and then remembered this other whole weird random sequence that happened behind The Gumboot while I was psychotic, the details of which have remained, funnily enough, hidden until today.

I fear that I have been a terrible brat to many men in this town. My attention-seeking behaviour and wanton ways need to be amended. Fully. Immediately. I may actually need to seek "professional" help for this problem. It's Daddy issues. Obviously.