Ill much?

People don’t care that I am ill. I told Iain and Fiona, alleged best friends, but they don’t care.

Recently I have started dreaming every night, which I have never done before. On top of that, I have been having delusions of grandeur. I have been believing that I was invincible and could be anything or anyone. Now it has got to the point that I can’t tell the difference between my dreams and reality. The dreams consist of such mundanity as well. Talking to people about far on episodes in TV programmes, that it turns out they are only about to start watching for the first time. Speaking to people on MSN about their holidays that they have not yet been on. Finding my iPod that was missing for months, and then actually finding it in that exact place.

I’ll keep you updated.