(break out into strokes sing-a-long)…

I had a dream (follow on with rest of speech by Martin Luther King)

GAHHH NO SERIOUSLY!

Last night I had a horrible dream that i was dancing in pretty much nothing on the set of a music video and i was worried about wearing no bra because (in my dream) my boobs were saggier than saggy. it was horrible. and then this handsome black man was talking to me about music and he kissed me, and then my boyfriend walks over and starts having a go at me and dumps me! it was such a nasty dream!

Anyway, after that i woke up and this morning was going really well. I had a lovely fruity, yoghurty, granola-y breakfast and carried on with the book im reading at the moment which is alan carr’s biography (i cant put it down) anyway then later on i was playing with my younger brother with a bouncy ball and my labrador got involved, and we were running around screaming trying to stop the dog from eating the ball and then the two jack russells joined in and they ended up having a scuffle, (which is normal for them) but then it turned into a real fight and it was horrible, there was a mixture of poop and blood everywhere and i was trying to pull them apart but they were attached and weren’t letting go of each other. then my brother grabbed hold of them and screamed “STOP IT, NOW, LET GO” and they let go of each other and we both stood there holding a jack russell each it was crazy and i had blood all up my arm and leg and one was covered in blood so my mum shut one in the living room and was cleaning the others wounds. After that she went to check on the other one who had had alot more damage done to it even though he had no visible signs. Turns out he has a punctured lung and the air was escaping and pocketing under his skin. Luckily the vet said it would heal itself but we actually thought he was going to die.

HORRIBLE SCARY DAY :(