Strange happenings

Date: 4/1/2017

For some Godforsaken reason I was with my ex. He offered to make pancakes for our daughter Phoebe's cooking class. "It's okay, I've already made them!" I said. But he knocked me and they fell onto the floor. "Oops! Don't worry! I'll make them" he said and we laughed about how this was probably a better idea seeing as he used to be a chef. I then bumped into a childhood friend Roxanne (Ryan) and she kept wanting to take selfies together. "I look horrible in pictures!" I moaned, but she ignored me and kept on snapping. Next scene; I was at a social event with some other mums. We were all eating what looked like a roast dinner when one of the mum's leant over and threw up on the floor. It looked like Weetabix and it came out in large balls. I was so shocked and disgusted that I ran up to the bathroom to be sick. To my horror, there were piles of Weetabix (or sick?) and other disgusting things and I started projectile vomiting. I went downstairs to find Mat and the boys eating the same food. "Don't eat that! Everyone has food poisoning!" I said. "Too late!" Mat said. "Alex wolfed it down!" I went to leave the house because I felt really unwell, but this guy was at the door (James from MIC) and he kept forcing himself on me. "Stop it!" I shouted. "Not everyone likes you!" He had a hard time taking no for an answer but left me alone in the end. Next scene; I was at an old neighbour's (Roy) house and he was showing me around his garden. It was huge but poorly designed. I kept thinking about all the things I could do to it. At the end of the garden, it looked more of a junkyard. There were piles and piles of antiques and other crap. Roy picked up a tatty old tricycle and asked if my kids would want it. "Thanks, but it's a bit retro!" I said. Next scene; I was with Terri on the top bunk of her bed. She looked sad, so I asked her what was wrong. I had a horrible feeling that she had lost her baby, but she said she was sad because she thought her husband has been seeing other 'hotter' girls. "I don't think he'd do that!" I said, thinking about how unattractive he is. "I know he has!" She snapped back. "But how? How do you know?" I asked. She didn't say another word and jumped off the bed. As it turned out, we were in Ikea the whole time. Next scene; an old friend from school (Sasha!) came running over and told me that she's a big fan of my dreams. "But when did you read them?" I asked. A panic grew inside me. I didn't want her reading my dreams. "I appreciably liked the one about the leather jacket!" She laughed. "I don't remember that one?" I replied, wondering if she really has read my dreams or if she's lying. Next scene; I was taking pictures of my infected tongue. There were big white boils on it and I was worried