06 November 2003 | 10:09 p.m.,

my mum the serial killer

I had this weird [no surprise there then] dream where there were all these people playing some kind of game. And this guy was like supervising but then someone said he was a Russian spy. But then he left and someone said he was actually a serial killer [or a rapist, its blurry]. So then I'm in this hotel room and he is there and I'm trying not to let on I know he's a killer/rapist/general bad scary person, but he leaves anyway and I lock the door behind him. Only then my mum is there, in the bed and its HER thats the serial killer. And it seems like she knows that I know but I'm trying to pretend like I don't - in case she kills me - but she is all kind of smug as she knows I'm scared. I go in the loo and I'm all pertrified cos the door won't close properly and she can still see me [why does that happen in dreams? Can never go to the flaming loo in peace!] but then its like shes suprised that I'm scared of her and upset.

It was all very odd. And it can't be good to be dreaming about your mum as a serial killer.

I think it may be partly because I was watching the late night episode of Hollyoaks before I went to bed.

I had another really weird dream after that when I woke up and went back to sleep but I can't remember anything about it now even although it was clear as day when I woke up.

Went up to Braehead and Ikea today spent a bit more than yesterday - when I bought a packet of crisps and a bottle of diet coke [last of the big spenders]. I got a Xmas pressie for my cousin, rechargeale batteries, foundation [wonders will never cease, me buying makeup that isn't lipstick], two wee tealight holders from Ikea, a thing to put my pens in, lots of tupperware type tubs [which are useful or would be if I actually had my own kitchen. it may happen this century though!!], CD-Rs and some other small random junk. Good day but oh my god my feet and back hurt by the end of it. Especially after standing for about 30 mins while Mezie minutely [and I mean MINUTELY] examined every pudding bowl in the damn shop in case they had the slightest flaw. They are plain white 30p bowls but apparently they are going to be her "good" plates so they have to be perfect.

Some guy we were talking to in Curries said that the different brands of Cd-Rs are sometimes dyed different colours so don't work as well. I got the same ones that I got the 2nd time [and fingers crossed will work] after the last lot I got didn't work in half my stereos despite having 48x compatability. Different colours?? What the hell?!?! Even he said its a minefield and he works in the shop!

Other randomness:

- Grace Jones scares the living daylights out me

- what the heck are they doing to the A77 south of Glasgow? And why is there a 40mph limit when they aren't even working on the road? Just to annoy me probably!

- is it possible to move into Ikea? I just want to be able to sit on all those comfy seats every day. I could have a different lounge and kitchen every day :)

- I got TWO snail mail letters today - woohooo!!

- I'm sure there is more but I'm shattered...