In between waking up last night, I dreamt that I was dead, not particularly disturbing being dead, thing was I didnt really know I was dead. In this big room with loads of people, everyone was getting bunches if white roses taken to them. I was happily waiting for mine. I waited, waited, waited, until everyone else had them in the room, but mine never came. Then everyone started to leave, walking past me, through me, not seeing I was there. Until I was the only one there. In the middle of the room was a single white rose, so I went and picked it up. It was so beautiful, but then it started to bleed, big drops of red blood trickling down the stem. I looked down and my hands were soaked in blood, everytime I tried to wipe the blood away more and more was on me. Carried on until I woke in a panic.

Thanks for your comments. Im not too good right now, and the shades of blue are deepening as I dont feel strong enough to keep them away. Thats the thing if you dont keep fighting it every day, it creeps up on you then takes you over. Right now its going to take me over, as I havnt got enough fight in me to keep it away. Not so much as the cause but the effect in this case, I will be discrete, so please dont expect an explanation, suffice to say I though my life was getting better, but now its not. Thus the effect is im not seeing past the next hour at a time right now. I guess I just need to let it run its course, hopefully it wont be long, although Ive a feeling it will be.