I'm getting sick of slow motion car crash nightmares of a fell running nature, it's screwing with my sleep.
So last night i went to a race, arrived late, with incorrect kit, and missed the start after improvising some kit including a map. I found myself in a slow group at the rear and was happy to tag along as my kit was insufficient. I was wearing mudclaws at the late start, but kept on finding myself in wellies. Navigational sections of the route involved bizarre obstacles such as wrecked cars and instances of doubling back unintentionally were commonplace. Later i found myself in the house of a stranger and unable to find a way out; i had lost my map and my pack with snacks and stuff in it, and the group i was with had deserted me having made off out of the back door of the stranger's house. It ended in zero visibility with me trying to ascend a wooden plank coated in frost and verglas, i had no kit and had no idea where i was.
I'm bored to death of this, it's beyond a joke, my mind hates me.