Stress

Woke up this morning from a stress dream. Normally, when I'm stressed, I just don't sleep, so having dreams like this is a bit uncommon, but quite frightening. Dreamt that Tim and I had to move in three days, and that the only thing we could find was a cottage in southern Sweden (Skåne). It was small and cozy, but very old, run down, and same rent as here. Somehow (this was, after all a dream) it would be a three hour commute (!) for Tim in the mornings. He seemed quite thrilled (liked the cottage and being close to the sea), but I was really worried about living out in nowhere, without a car (which we clearly couldn't afford). Mum tried to calm me down, and claim that the 451 bus (?!) ran in to town (Ängelholm!) every day. And then I realized I had to take a job in Ängelholm (because there was no way I could apply for a job in London from there), where I would end up working as an unhappy shop assistant for the rest of my life. And that's when I woke up!

So, I woke up stressed, and depressed, and generally unhappy. Told Tim about my dream, and he laughed and said that was the cutest stress dream he'd ever heard of...