I dreamed a dream

Dear Editor:

Last night I had a terrible nightmare, it was a bad one. I dreamt that I was back at work, and I was lost.

There was a crowd of people that I knew, and they were all looking for me, and one of them in the crowd was me. A bloke from the crowd who I knew very well, but didn’t recognize, came up to me and said, “You should know where Don is, you were the last one to see him.”

This bloke was carrying a big garden shovel, similar to the one my first wife and I had bought recently, even in the dream/nightmare I knew it wasn’t going to go well for me.

Thankfully my “Pee Alarm” went off, and I was never so glad to have to wake up and get up for my third visit to the Chamber Maid. After my relief, I was very reluctant to go back to bed with the good possibility that the nightmare would return. In full disturbing colour.

I went and checked on my first wife; she was bundled up in her bed with one leg hanging out of the blankets keeping the rest of her cool. I then returned to thinking about the nightmare. I thought about putting a pullover on and then going out to check on the garden shed to see if our new shovel was missing.

I am 82 and have been around the block a few times, but I wonder if someone with less resolve than I and perhaps being far more vulnerable could perhaps not be able to turn off evil thoughts that had entered their mind. A person who might have been ill treated as a child, a soul who cannot cope with present day reality. Is it my imagination or is this world we now live in turning another page where evil deeds are on the rise?

There is hardly a day goes by now, when the news isn’t rampant regarding some horrific evil deed that has been done to some unsuspecting innocent victim. Are mental health issues on the rise or is it just that we are all now basking in web type woes that are incidents a few years back would never have seen the light of day? Don Smithyman

Oliver