I woke up suddenly. I checked the time. It was just four in the morning. Was I having a nightmare? It is cold in Sydney but I am covered in sweat. What was I dreaming about? I could not remember anything except for the last words I was shouting. Who is dying? I knew I was the one shouting in that dream, but my voice sounded like a young girl’s voice. I could not remember any other details. It felt real and weird.
I tried sleeping again, but I couldn’t. It was my first time dreaming of that dream. I was hoping to dream about Mr. Dreamboy from the hill. I was thinking that maybe this time, it would show me if he was really Fritz, but I dreamt of something else.
I opened my music app and I listened to meditation sounds to help me sleep again. I cannot be wasted. It’s my first day of work h
