... we had a lovely weeping mulberry tree growing in a sort of raised bed doodad in the courtyard of our first home. It was beautiful, even though it meant your feet went purple for a bit every summer.
This is the background to the story that follows.
I had a dream, once, while living there, that I killed my sister (I can't remember why) and chopped her into bits and buried the bits under the mulberry tree.
It was so vivid and real a dream that I woke up in a wild panic, utterly convinced that I'd be found out and wondering if I should just run like hell. Only where could I go? My heart was beating wildly, the whole blind-panic thing was rising.
One of my first thoughts was "shit, mum's going to kill me".
I have no idea what this means.
Thursday, June 25
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2 comments:
well it's not like that was the first time...you tried to kill me with your horse when i was 8. and so the story goes (from your own very mouth)whilst i lay their unconscious, with cracked skull, broken ribs and arm your first thoughts were "oh no, she's dead and they are going to make me get rid of my pony"
Cookie, I warn Mr Brown, if he gets injured due to foolishness (like climbing wibbly ladders) I will not be pushing him around in his wheelchair, except for off a cliff!
S - I told you to look away.What can I say, I loved that pony ;)
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