I need to start writing these down first thing again so they are less fragmented...
People are trying to convince me to dye my hair bright colours. My bed has shards of glass in it that I'm trying to avoid. Lots of people are pushing through a tunnel with stone steps, crushing each other to let a bus past. By the sea in another country, in the water with my Mum. I tell her about how I've been there before and start trying to swim around the coast. The water is going into my mouth and down my throat and I panic as I look down and can't see the bottom (this is a real-life fear) and I try to shout to my Mum and swim back but I'm sinking because the water can't hold me. That's all I remember.
My dreams seem to nearly all be about water and tunnels/pathways.
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