Individual scenes of torment

Not satisfied with the giant scenarios that it's played out during the night previously, during a planned nine hours of sleep that I thought would recover me from my tired and nervous state gained over the weekend my brain fed me a very diverse collection of short dreams, involving:

• Mechanical parasites that slice you up from the inside


• Trying to swim across a river fully clothed, trying to go over facts and lines in my head on my way to speaking on TV about my university's computer science department


• Putting on a nativity at St Andrews church, with Brian Blessed as the narrator


• Attempting to defuse a bomb with a syringe


• Being unable to sleep because of being shut in a box in my parents' utility room, with the cat


• Sunday from 7 Days a Skeptic, again

I'm starting to think I need to see someone. Possibly an exorcist.

Because of being kept awake by all this I went back to sleep in the morning, only for a great big tree-cutting machine to stop outside the bedroom window and wake me up yet again.