I cannot stop reliving the horrible dream I had last night. I feel abit sick and shaky, as though it really happened.
Any tips for "letting it go"?
I dreamt that Greg Wallace was standing at the very edge of the roof of an incredibly tall church. I told him to step back and stop being so stupid, and as he turned to see me his foot slipped; he said "fuck" and slipped off the roof and I saw him disappear from sight. I heard him shouting all the way down, i knew there was absolutely nothing I could do, and I knew what I would hear any second ... and part of me wanted to hear that as soon as possible because then his terror would be over. Then I heard it - his shouting was replaced with the most awful sound.
I cannot stop reliving it. I know it's stupid to be this upset!! And please, no negativity about Gregg - the poor man!!