Jamaica
We are walking along a beach, and the sun is shining and the weather
is hot hot hot! we can see bunches of bananas hanging up in the trees
on sticks and melon plants trailing the ground, and lemon trees
dripping with fruit. I see a naked black man walking along the road,
totally oblivious to us. He looks incredibly athletic and very
healthy.
We go into a little cafe area, and my dad notices all the little
details; the different foods they are drying, and the things they are
selling. I remark that he seems very good at noticing the details.
I see some pipes that look really great so I decide
to buy one. I've just got enough money, but then I notice some really
great value coffee and I want to buy that too! I don't know if I can
afford both, but I try to barter and haggle with the shop keeper. He
let's me try out the pipe, he fills it with some really nice hash, and
I smoke it, and then I fall asleep and go into a dream. When I wake
up, the shop keeper is still there, and he offers me some chicken
dish, the specialty of the restaurant, and starts filling up the pipe
again. He seems like a very friendly guy. I don't know where dad and
the family have gone, oh well.....
Monday, 27 September 2010
oh na ta quiessen
Dream -
I am travelling through a superstore shop, in fact its a giant
shopping comlex like meadow hell, I don't know why I am here, I've
been tricked to coming in,
They are giving out free tasters at the entrance, and now I'm lost
inside, but oh, those chocolates were so tasty! I just Must get
another one! I pick up a box, and just for fun eat a few straight outa
the box, even though I not piad for them yet, then realise come to my
senses far too expencive rip off,
I get lost - lifts - going up going down,
Must find my way out , leave box on side, get to exit n meet a friend there.
I'm in wellow,
Aho na ta quiesene, - found out meaning means ahho means I agrees - na
ta quessene - means I aleague my self entirly to the emporer of
ethiopia, haili silassi,
I warn james about it. - magic,
Trees, - someone asks about trees to me and I show them a book that I
have made - it lists and pictures all the useful trees around the
place and shows what they can be used for.
"Existence doesn't mean anything if one just sits about and does
nothing" granny.
I am travelling through a superstore shop, in fact its a giant
shopping comlex like meadow hell, I don't know why I am here, I've
been tricked to coming in,
They are giving out free tasters at the entrance, and now I'm lost
inside, but oh, those chocolates were so tasty! I just Must get
another one! I pick up a box, and just for fun eat a few straight outa
the box, even though I not piad for them yet, then realise come to my
senses far too expencive rip off,
I get lost - lifts - going up going down,
Must find my way out , leave box on side, get to exit n meet a friend there.
I'm in wellow,
Aho na ta quiesene, - found out meaning means ahho means I agrees - na
ta quessene - means I aleague my self entirly to the emporer of
ethiopia, haili silassi,
I warn james about it. - magic,
Trees, - someone asks about trees to me and I show them a book that I
have made - it lists and pictures all the useful trees around the
place and shows what they can be used for.
"Existence doesn't mean anything if one just sits about and does
nothing" granny.
Micheal Jackson
Dream - micheal jackson
I'm part of this performance - I mess it all up, go the wrong way down the stairs, its all improv but I need a wee, Mathew Jones is annoyed with me because the judges blame the mess up on me, and he really wanted it to be a good competition winning performance. At the end I see my dad, and we chat, he tells me he has discovered this fraud guy in the Sheffield city council who has been robbing lots of money out
of them. My dad is getting royalties for his special work, which he achieved through a special computer system.
We see Micheal Jackson, - he is with another famous singer, they walk out of building and the crowds want them to do performance, but they are not ready so they go back into building to put on their makeup and costumes.
In the meantime the set is prepared, and dancers and performers are getting the space ready; this is the build up for when they come on, lots of acrobatics, I see the bass player, he has played with Michael Jackson for a long time....
Now, about an hour later michel is ready to come on, and what a surprise when we see his costume, - his wig is a blonde straight basin cut, he looks just like a woman, and it is totally weird, but anyway, him and the other performer ( I think its
Cheryl crow) get on stage and begin performing, and now they have got
all the costume sorted, it becomes a great performance.
i meet this kid who claims to be a Breathairian. He has stopped eating, its a news report, and it shows how
this guy stops eating, but he doesn't really stop eating, he gets fed
this drink called fire, and eats loads of vitamin supplements, so i tell my friend it all a con...
I'm part of this performance - I mess it all up, go the wrong way down the stairs, its all improv but I need a wee, Mathew Jones is annoyed with me because the judges blame the mess up on me, and he really wanted it to be a good competition winning performance. At the end I see my dad, and we chat, he tells me he has discovered this fraud guy in the Sheffield city council who has been robbing lots of money out
of them. My dad is getting royalties for his special work, which he achieved through a special computer system.
We see Micheal Jackson, - he is with another famous singer, they walk out of building and the crowds want them to do performance, but they are not ready so they go back into building to put on their makeup and costumes.
In the meantime the set is prepared, and dancers and performers are getting the space ready; this is the build up for when they come on, lots of acrobatics, I see the bass player, he has played with Michael Jackson for a long time....
Now, about an hour later michel is ready to come on, and what a surprise when we see his costume, - his wig is a blonde straight basin cut, he looks just like a woman, and it is totally weird, but anyway, him and the other performer ( I think its
Cheryl crow) get on stage and begin performing, and now they have got
all the costume sorted, it becomes a great performance.
i meet this kid who claims to be a Breathairian. He has stopped eating, its a news report, and it shows how
this guy stops eating, but he doesn't really stop eating, he gets fed
this drink called fire, and eats loads of vitamin supplements, so i tell my friend it all a con...
tiger dream
I am wandering through a park. I meet my friend who tells me he has
seen lots of deer, in this special place in the park. We wander over
and sit down on a ridge where we can see the view over this wild
valley. He tells me where to point my camera and says "zoom in".
I zoom in and sure enough, through the eye piece of my camera I can
see herds of deer grazing the land.
Suddenly, out of the long grass a tiger leaps out and starts chasing
one of the baby deer. The deer run in all directions to escape the
tigers claws.
The scene all happens very quickly, and before we know it, the deer
are heading our way. We can see them running up the hill to the spot
we are sitting in, with the tiger running up close behind. We must
decide very quickly what we should do, so we decide the only safe
thing would be to get in our car and drive home.
We see the tiger come very close to us just before we manage to gather
our stuff and get in the car. We feel the predators presence.
When we are back on the road, we relax from all the excitement. I have
some amazing pictures of the tiger chasing the deer, and also of the
big deer trying to fight off the tiger with there horns.
My friend drops me off at my house and just when I feel that I am safe
from the tiger I see the tiger staring at me from the other side of
the road. It must have held onto the car! O no! I run into the house
and lock the door, just in time to here the tiger pounce be stopped by
the door. I go through the house to the back where my bed is, in a
little shed at the back of the garden. I decide that the best thing is
to hide away. So I go to bed. When I wake I look up through the window
of the shed and there is the tiger sat calmly at the back door of the
house. He looks up and sees me immediately and a shiver runs through
my whole body. How did he get round here? I am too scared to move, but
also too scared to stay here. I cautiously peep at him over the edge
of my bed. His eyes meet mine as soon I mine meet him. He knows.
I don't know what to do. Perhaps if I pretend its not real or its not
happening I will fall asleep and he will be gone, but I know I can't
do that, this is real. I am shaking in my bed, and I feel I can hear
his purr of pleasure at his knowledge that he has a trapped victim
once more for his supper.....
seen lots of deer, in this special place in the park. We wander over
and sit down on a ridge where we can see the view over this wild
valley. He tells me where to point my camera and says "zoom in".
I zoom in and sure enough, through the eye piece of my camera I can
see herds of deer grazing the land.
Suddenly, out of the long grass a tiger leaps out and starts chasing
one of the baby deer. The deer run in all directions to escape the
tigers claws.
The scene all happens very quickly, and before we know it, the deer
are heading our way. We can see them running up the hill to the spot
we are sitting in, with the tiger running up close behind. We must
decide very quickly what we should do, so we decide the only safe
thing would be to get in our car and drive home.
We see the tiger come very close to us just before we manage to gather
our stuff and get in the car. We feel the predators presence.
When we are back on the road, we relax from all the excitement. I have
some amazing pictures of the tiger chasing the deer, and also of the
big deer trying to fight off the tiger with there horns.
My friend drops me off at my house and just when I feel that I am safe
from the tiger I see the tiger staring at me from the other side of
the road. It must have held onto the car! O no! I run into the house
and lock the door, just in time to here the tiger pounce be stopped by
the door. I go through the house to the back where my bed is, in a
little shed at the back of the garden. I decide that the best thing is
to hide away. So I go to bed. When I wake I look up through the window
of the shed and there is the tiger sat calmly at the back door of the
house. He looks up and sees me immediately and a shiver runs through
my whole body. How did he get round here? I am too scared to move, but
also too scared to stay here. I cautiously peep at him over the edge
of my bed. His eyes meet mine as soon I mine meet him. He knows.
I don't know what to do. Perhaps if I pretend its not real or its not
happening I will fall asleep and he will be gone, but I know I can't
do that, this is real. I am shaking in my bed, and I feel I can hear
his purr of pleasure at his knowledge that he has a trapped victim
once more for his supper.....
Monday, 16 August 2010
revolution
We live in a city made of glass and concrete. We crawl like ants, not making a noise, obediently building and maintaining the city. No one has freedom to do as they choose, no one steps out of line.
We are watched constantly.
Everyday I go to work, walking across the flat glass bridge to get to my work place. You can see people through the glass bridge walking on the street below.
I have a restless feeling. I want things to change. This existence has lost its life, its lost its spirit, its lost the recklessness; the chaos of weeds and dirt.
We rebel.
One day as I'm walking over the bridge, I see a crack in the glass, under my feet. This crack will grow, I think to myself. And sure enough, day by day, as many feet marched across the glass bridge, the crack grew and grew.
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I'm following my brother James. He has been making a plan and he is the leader. I loose site of which way he went, and I guess that he headed over the glass bridge. I cannot see any sign of him near the bridge, but I know roughly which way he is heading, so I cross the bridge. As I'm walking over the glass bridge, I notice that a triangle of glass has fallen out of the bridge, and left a hole. As I walk closer to the hole I here a creaking sound, as if the bridge will give way, collapsing onto the street below. I don't know how safe this is, and think of other ways across. I could go back down the street a mile or so to cross further up, but it seems such a long way. Perhaps I could jump it. I tentatively edge close to the hole. No, its not safe. I dare not cross the bridge.
I suddenly get overwhelmed by a feeling of anger and frustration at this controlled existence.
It must stop.
This crack in the glass is where it begins. I get a safe distance and stamp and jump up and down with all my might. The crack grows, the bridge creaks, a few more pains of glass fall out, and, as a damn that can no longer be contained, the bridge collapses, shattering glass to the street below.
And now the penny has dropped. They know!
Sirens are going all around. Why did I do it? I wonder to myself. I know how bad this is. Everyone will suffer because of my actions.
Robotic police speed along all the streets, guns firing in all directions, people dying left right and center. They want to kill me, but mostly they want to keep there control. Any act of rebellion could fuel a thousand more. Therefore, death of innocents helps to fuel the fear that maintains the control.
But its not working. The tables are turning... Instead of creating obedience and compliance, everyone is starting to rebel. A war has begun. There is no turning back.
I must get out to save my life.
Amidst the dead bodies and destruction, I somehow find a safe passage to the edges of the city, and go and shelter in Oli's house.
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Inside Oli's house I meet a friend of Oli's who I have seen before. She is helping organise the rebels, and is a strong leader. I am so relieved to see her, that she is still alive, and it gives me great hope. Perhaps we won't all die if we get all our concentrated efforts together?
I play a game with my camera on my phone, taking silly photos, and showing that you can "watch what your watching". It helps lighten the heavy atmosphere of war.
We all agree to help one another.
I'm feeling stressed and need a place to rest and also to have a base from. I go back to my house, but now there are people living there, and my room has been taken. I go back Oli's and ask if there might be a spare room there. Oli and his friends try to offer me support but I can tell that they know there isn't really enough room. They just don't want to close their doors to me.
I stop searching, and just relax.
I'm planning to go out to a nightclub. I am getting changed into some clothes a little more suitable, when I see a girl dressed only in her knickers, and shoes ready to go out. I look around and now there are lots of young people all semi naked, some completely naked, all ready to go out to the night club.
Don't you know its a naked night club? Someone says to me.
That sounds like fun! And it solves my problem of not having anything to wear.
It looks quite strange and funny seeing lots of young people lined up at bus stop waiting for a bus wearing only the odd pair of knickers or boxer shorts.
What a life...
We are watched constantly.
Everyday I go to work, walking across the flat glass bridge to get to my work place. You can see people through the glass bridge walking on the street below.
I have a restless feeling. I want things to change. This existence has lost its life, its lost its spirit, its lost the recklessness; the chaos of weeds and dirt.
We rebel.
One day as I'm walking over the bridge, I see a crack in the glass, under my feet. This crack will grow, I think to myself. And sure enough, day by day, as many feet marched across the glass bridge, the crack grew and grew.
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I'm following my brother James. He has been making a plan and he is the leader. I loose site of which way he went, and I guess that he headed over the glass bridge. I cannot see any sign of him near the bridge, but I know roughly which way he is heading, so I cross the bridge. As I'm walking over the glass bridge, I notice that a triangle of glass has fallen out of the bridge, and left a hole. As I walk closer to the hole I here a creaking sound, as if the bridge will give way, collapsing onto the street below. I don't know how safe this is, and think of other ways across. I could go back down the street a mile or so to cross further up, but it seems such a long way. Perhaps I could jump it. I tentatively edge close to the hole. No, its not safe. I dare not cross the bridge.
I suddenly get overwhelmed by a feeling of anger and frustration at this controlled existence.
It must stop.
This crack in the glass is where it begins. I get a safe distance and stamp and jump up and down with all my might. The crack grows, the bridge creaks, a few more pains of glass fall out, and, as a damn that can no longer be contained, the bridge collapses, shattering glass to the street below.
And now the penny has dropped. They know!
Sirens are going all around. Why did I do it? I wonder to myself. I know how bad this is. Everyone will suffer because of my actions.
Robotic police speed along all the streets, guns firing in all directions, people dying left right and center. They want to kill me, but mostly they want to keep there control. Any act of rebellion could fuel a thousand more. Therefore, death of innocents helps to fuel the fear that maintains the control.
But its not working. The tables are turning... Instead of creating obedience and compliance, everyone is starting to rebel. A war has begun. There is no turning back.
I must get out to save my life.
Amidst the dead bodies and destruction, I somehow find a safe passage to the edges of the city, and go and shelter in Oli's house.
---
Inside Oli's house I meet a friend of Oli's who I have seen before. She is helping organise the rebels, and is a strong leader. I am so relieved to see her, that she is still alive, and it gives me great hope. Perhaps we won't all die if we get all our concentrated efforts together?
I play a game with my camera on my phone, taking silly photos, and showing that you can "watch what your watching". It helps lighten the heavy atmosphere of war.
We all agree to help one another.
I'm feeling stressed and need a place to rest and also to have a base from. I go back to my house, but now there are people living there, and my room has been taken. I go back Oli's and ask if there might be a spare room there. Oli and his friends try to offer me support but I can tell that they know there isn't really enough room. They just don't want to close their doors to me.
I stop searching, and just relax.
I'm planning to go out to a nightclub. I am getting changed into some clothes a little more suitable, when I see a girl dressed only in her knickers, and shoes ready to go out. I look around and now there are lots of young people all semi naked, some completely naked, all ready to go out to the night club.
Don't you know its a naked night club? Someone says to me.
That sounds like fun! And it solves my problem of not having anything to wear.
It looks quite strange and funny seeing lots of young people lined up at bus stop waiting for a bus wearing only the odd pair of knickers or boxer shorts.
What a life...
tribe
I'm traveling with a tribe out to this spot on the big river; an island within the river...
we wade out,
No life, nothing edible,
Why?
Lots of tree tops had been cut down and a big poisonous flower plant has taken over the island. It has antiseptic qualities...
I see there are no fish -
Pollution.
The leader of the tribe is showing us the skills of tribe, how they move through the forest.
Its a special shadowing technique;
We follow up behind.
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Im with my family,
Gota help, by finding this bit of family history before its too late. I see Lenny, he may be my only hope, but he makes no plans into the future and can't say if he will b around to help. Just like Lenny!
Ruth is helping Si
we wade out,
No life, nothing edible,
Why?
Lots of tree tops had been cut down and a big poisonous flower plant has taken over the island. It has antiseptic qualities...
I see there are no fish -
Pollution.
The leader of the tribe is showing us the skills of tribe, how they move through the forest.
Its a special shadowing technique;
We follow up behind.
---
Im with my family,
Gota help, by finding this bit of family history before its too late. I see Lenny, he may be my only hope, but he makes no plans into the future and can't say if he will b around to help. Just like Lenny!
Ruth is helping Si
lammas dream
Propa weird dream...
We are driving along in a van along a motorway... We pass a see someone speeding, dodging between cars and causing a lot of danger for other drivers, and then they pass through red lights just behind us, and then take a tour off road... We can here police sirens in the background and realize that the car must be a criminal who has done some pretty bad stuff!
The police car sirens are getting louder and louder, and now we see them come into view behind, but when they get to the traffic lights they miss the turn off road where the car went and carry straight on, heading for us!
Oh no! They think that we, (in our hippy camper style van! ) Are the criminals, and they are catching up in no time. A number of cars over take us, starting to surround us like some pack of hyenas. We have something that we don't want the police to see. Something very important, so before we pull over we are trying to get it hid!
Ahead of us is a tunnel, and as there is nowhere to stop and pull over, and so we enter the tunnel and buy ourselves some more time to get our secret stuff hidden. Within the tunnel we see damages to the walls and it doesn't feel safe at all, as if the walls might collapse any minute!
We have now hidden our secret stuff safely away and so as soon as we get to a suitable stopping place we pull over....
The tunnel has changed.
As police cars surround us, we notice that we are in a tropical rain forest. It is quite dark, and humid and intense with wild life. The road we have just pulled off has now become a river channel and muddy water is now flowing down it...
The police have become sas army explorers and they are trying to protect themselves from a monster that is coming through river. The monster has a worm like lochness look, giant tree trunks of a body.
Im making some things out of material from the garden, Marie and James are weeing in garden, and i see strange bodies ....
We are driving along in a van along a motorway... We pass a see someone speeding, dodging between cars and causing a lot of danger for other drivers, and then they pass through red lights just behind us, and then take a tour off road... We can here police sirens in the background and realize that the car must be a criminal who has done some pretty bad stuff!
The police car sirens are getting louder and louder, and now we see them come into view behind, but when they get to the traffic lights they miss the turn off road where the car went and carry straight on, heading for us!
Oh no! They think that we, (in our hippy camper style van! ) Are the criminals, and they are catching up in no time. A number of cars over take us, starting to surround us like some pack of hyenas. We have something that we don't want the police to see. Something very important, so before we pull over we are trying to get it hid!
Ahead of us is a tunnel, and as there is nowhere to stop and pull over, and so we enter the tunnel and buy ourselves some more time to get our secret stuff hidden. Within the tunnel we see damages to the walls and it doesn't feel safe at all, as if the walls might collapse any minute!
We have now hidden our secret stuff safely away and so as soon as we get to a suitable stopping place we pull over....
The tunnel has changed.
As police cars surround us, we notice that we are in a tropical rain forest. It is quite dark, and humid and intense with wild life. The road we have just pulled off has now become a river channel and muddy water is now flowing down it...
The police have become sas army explorers and they are trying to protect themselves from a monster that is coming through river. The monster has a worm like lochness look, giant tree trunks of a body.
Im making some things out of material from the garden, Marie and James are weeing in garden, and i see strange bodies ....
massive Spider
I pick up a cup that has been hanging in the air.
Inside is a massive spider that has been curled up for a long time. It slowly crawls out, and I can honestly say that this is the first time I've been too afraid to hold a spider in my hand.
Simon, my little brother, has done this interesting bit of writing which can be read both across and down.
All I remember it saying is -
We are here in this moment at an interesting night of the soul.
Inside is a massive spider that has been curled up for a long time. It slowly crawls out, and I can honestly say that this is the first time I've been too afraid to hold a spider in my hand.
Simon, my little brother, has done this interesting bit of writing which can be read both across and down.
All I remember it saying is -
We are here in this moment at an interesting night of the soul.
massage
I'm getting ready to do this performance to a group of people, and somehow or other I get lost. I'm lost in the city and I get very tired. I'm going to be very late but I just can't seem to find my way back. When I finally realize where I am, and make my way back I have very little time to prepare the performance, and I'm so hungry that the little time I have I must use to get some food in my belly.
James comes into the room and says he will give me a massage. I'm in a rush to get to the performance hall, but he says that a massage is the most essential thing i need, so i stop worrying about the performance and enjoy the massage!
James comes into the room and says he will give me a massage. I'm in a rush to get to the performance hall, but he says that a massage is the most essential thing i need, so i stop worrying about the performance and enjoy the massage!
The Psychic
She has that funny look in her eye, that knowing look. Her face is shines with friendliness and is adorned with shiny beads and jewels. Her dress is a mix of flowing blues and purples and she wears a head scarf decorated with sparkly things, and on her hands are many rings, and bracelets cover her arms. She is the psychic woman.
A group of us surround her, eagerly awaiting her words of wisdom and prophecy.
She tells us she won't be around much longer, and that she won't leave behind much to follow. We are all sad because she has been our guide and our teacher, we always looked to her for help.
Now she talks to us, and we listen attentively. She points to me and says that she will leave a gift with me, a gift of leadership. People look at me with hope in there eyes, and I think "why me? I can't be a leader".
Now psychic woman wants us to have one last dance together. She asks us to merge with our animal spirits and dance out over the fields. Dancing is hardly the word most people would call it; they would use the word "insane". I feel more than slightly self conscious that I'm making a fool of myself, especially since I don't feel "merged" in any way. I'm just a grown up trying to be a kid again!
Now psychic woman wants some money. Why does she need money if she is leaving for good? We all pay her some anyway, for the help she has been over the years, but it does feel a bit odd, in this sacred moment to start asking for money.
Now she has gone, and I am with some friends from Sheffield. We are playing music in what seems a bit like a tree house; there are many different levels and we are traveling between them.
On some levels we are playing hip hop, and on others we are playing folk, and on others yet more music, so much different styles of music, all in one tree house.
I'm falling and someone else is falling with me, and we both land without getting hurt.
Now we are all falling in someway or another, its part of making the music, you need to drop together at some point. And now I'm walking down a genel with Conor and the band, and we start running and we don't know if we can stop, and there's a road at the bottom, and its gona be dangerous if we can't stop in time!
A group of us surround her, eagerly awaiting her words of wisdom and prophecy.
She tells us she won't be around much longer, and that she won't leave behind much to follow. We are all sad because she has been our guide and our teacher, we always looked to her for help.
Now she talks to us, and we listen attentively. She points to me and says that she will leave a gift with me, a gift of leadership. People look at me with hope in there eyes, and I think "why me? I can't be a leader".
Now psychic woman wants us to have one last dance together. She asks us to merge with our animal spirits and dance out over the fields. Dancing is hardly the word most people would call it; they would use the word "insane". I feel more than slightly self conscious that I'm making a fool of myself, especially since I don't feel "merged" in any way. I'm just a grown up trying to be a kid again!
Now psychic woman wants some money. Why does she need money if she is leaving for good? We all pay her some anyway, for the help she has been over the years, but it does feel a bit odd, in this sacred moment to start asking for money.
Now she has gone, and I am with some friends from Sheffield. We are playing music in what seems a bit like a tree house; there are many different levels and we are traveling between them.
On some levels we are playing hip hop, and on others we are playing folk, and on others yet more music, so much different styles of music, all in one tree house.
I'm falling and someone else is falling with me, and we both land without getting hurt.
Now we are all falling in someway or another, its part of making the music, you need to drop together at some point. And now I'm walking down a genel with Conor and the band, and we start running and we don't know if we can stop, and there's a road at the bottom, and its gona be dangerous if we can't stop in time!
Monday, 12 July 2010
Lindsey
I'm in a place full of bustle; lots and lots of people travelling from place to place.
I meet lots of old school friends,
I see Lindsey, and I fall in love with her again; this time I express my feelings to her, even though I think that she will probably think I'm crazy... Its been so long and we have drifted apart so far...
I touch her and tell her I really like her, and she gets where I'm coming from, and is touched by this. Although we both know that it wouldn't work out in the long run, she seems to forget, and me, and for the moment we both enjoy being back in one another's company. We hug and sit locked into one another, up a tree away from all the others. In these moments we share what we never got a chance to do all those years ago. To properly connect and enjoy one another. She shows me lots of things about how things have changed; the school, her friends, and herself. Some other friends come close to us, and so we move out of the tree, across the tops of movable walls.
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I'm now on my own, and I'm travelling through a university, surrounded by loads of people. People are heading in all sorts of directions, and I'm heading to this building. I pass some people playing cricket on the way, and join in for a brief while. Inside the entrance hall of the university is my old head teacher, he has become the head of the university, and he has a new bright flashing sign behind him. I can't remember what it says on the sign, but I go through the entrance under the sign and up some stairs. On the stairs I meet a red haired lady; Francis Mcnamara. She is being pursued by a red haired man, and she is not trying that hard to get away; its a game clearly, of flirtation. I see now that Fran is with another girl, Francis Goodall, and the red haired man turns out to be James Clegg. He needs to be with the two fran's. It keeps him sane.
I also find out I'm carrying a rake. I give it to James and say to Francis, " if you really want to be caught we can use this!" And she opens a washing machine and a siren goes off when the door opens. For some reason, I want my rake to make the same sound as this each time I use it...
I next meet Conor. He's with Alys. We make plans to make some music together.
I meet lots of old school friends,
I see Lindsey, and I fall in love with her again; this time I express my feelings to her, even though I think that she will probably think I'm crazy... Its been so long and we have drifted apart so far...
I touch her and tell her I really like her, and she gets where I'm coming from, and is touched by this. Although we both know that it wouldn't work out in the long run, she seems to forget, and me, and for the moment we both enjoy being back in one another's company. We hug and sit locked into one another, up a tree away from all the others. In these moments we share what we never got a chance to do all those years ago. To properly connect and enjoy one another. She shows me lots of things about how things have changed; the school, her friends, and herself. Some other friends come close to us, and so we move out of the tree, across the tops of movable walls.
-----
I'm now on my own, and I'm travelling through a university, surrounded by loads of people. People are heading in all sorts of directions, and I'm heading to this building. I pass some people playing cricket on the way, and join in for a brief while. Inside the entrance hall of the university is my old head teacher, he has become the head of the university, and he has a new bright flashing sign behind him. I can't remember what it says on the sign, but I go through the entrance under the sign and up some stairs. On the stairs I meet a red haired lady; Francis Mcnamara. She is being pursued by a red haired man, and she is not trying that hard to get away; its a game clearly, of flirtation. I see now that Fran is with another girl, Francis Goodall, and the red haired man turns out to be James Clegg. He needs to be with the two fran's. It keeps him sane.
I also find out I'm carrying a rake. I give it to James and say to Francis, " if you really want to be caught we can use this!" And she opens a washing machine and a siren goes off when the door opens. For some reason, I want my rake to make the same sound as this each time I use it...
I next meet Conor. He's with Alys. We make plans to make some music together.
sheffield dream
I'm learning to drive!
I'm going round a roundabout, and i get distracted and do some really bad indicating, but luckily I get away with it.
I'm heading to a market and cultural day in the city center. I wander around, looking at the city street art, and I see some great works, and hear some really cool music. There are food stalls on the street and shops have opened up there fronts and are out on the street. The weather is fine blue skies.
Street performances are happening all over the place, and I see lots of very beautiful women walking around. One of them has a hauntingly beautiful voice, and as she walks past me singing, I catch her eye.
I come to a stall which this young eastern European chap is running, - its a stall which is a game, for kids or whoever. It involves rolling model cars and trains down a sloping track which leads through a tunnel and of a ramp at the other end. The cars are old and battered so it doesn't matter what happens to them. I'm rolling a few cars down and I see Richard Claire is there too, also rolling cars down. I say to him "I had a model car just like this one when I was a kid". I'm lining it up so that it can role down all the way without getting caught on the tunnel.
He doesn't talk to me, but I can see that he wants to say something.
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I'm now with Richard on the allotment at hanging water, though it looks all different, though I expected to see a difference, - a new lady has been helping Simon, and her name is Edwina.
Richard is talking about how well the allotment looks, - its funny because I think it looks a bit of a mess and could do with a good water. I tell him that I went to see Tolly and he seemed to be impressed. He points to the vine and shows me how under the vine there is still plenty of moisture in the ground, and I see that the ground is still moist and, evidently for how the vine is growing, its clearly not short of water. He says that whoever is doing the allotment must have an artistic sense from the way the elements have been arranged; the pots, the type of salads growing, it all looks like quite a creative endeavour. I have not met Edwina yet but I am impressed with her efforts.
Richard mentions an organisation in conversation that he feels suspicious of, "oh no, here we go all again", I think... I say "soon the next thing they will try will be to make compost illegal. It will be build on some claim that its dangerous and contains pathogens and harmful bacteria."
Richard imagines people out to get him, because he feels that he is the compost guru, and he becomes all defensive.
"There's no way they will ever be able to do that, I'm too powerful now. The movement has grown too big," he says
I warn him of their arguments, " anaerobic composting.. Smelly... Unpleasant..."
"Yes, you do need to be careful with your composting" he replies, knowing full well what I'm on about, and he proceeds to talk about the first steps, the ABC of composting to me, while I water some plants.
I'm pleased we are back in the old dialogue, and that he's his old usual self. We are on track, and its going to be a great harvest.
I'm going round a roundabout, and i get distracted and do some really bad indicating, but luckily I get away with it.
I'm heading to a market and cultural day in the city center. I wander around, looking at the city street art, and I see some great works, and hear some really cool music. There are food stalls on the street and shops have opened up there fronts and are out on the street. The weather is fine blue skies.
Street performances are happening all over the place, and I see lots of very beautiful women walking around. One of them has a hauntingly beautiful voice, and as she walks past me singing, I catch her eye.
I come to a stall which this young eastern European chap is running, - its a stall which is a game, for kids or whoever. It involves rolling model cars and trains down a sloping track which leads through a tunnel and of a ramp at the other end. The cars are old and battered so it doesn't matter what happens to them. I'm rolling a few cars down and I see Richard Claire is there too, also rolling cars down. I say to him "I had a model car just like this one when I was a kid". I'm lining it up so that it can role down all the way without getting caught on the tunnel.
He doesn't talk to me, but I can see that he wants to say something.
---
I'm now with Richard on the allotment at hanging water, though it looks all different, though I expected to see a difference, - a new lady has been helping Simon, and her name is Edwina.
Richard is talking about how well the allotment looks, - its funny because I think it looks a bit of a mess and could do with a good water. I tell him that I went to see Tolly and he seemed to be impressed. He points to the vine and shows me how under the vine there is still plenty of moisture in the ground, and I see that the ground is still moist and, evidently for how the vine is growing, its clearly not short of water. He says that whoever is doing the allotment must have an artistic sense from the way the elements have been arranged; the pots, the type of salads growing, it all looks like quite a creative endeavour. I have not met Edwina yet but I am impressed with her efforts.
Richard mentions an organisation in conversation that he feels suspicious of, "oh no, here we go all again", I think... I say "soon the next thing they will try will be to make compost illegal. It will be build on some claim that its dangerous and contains pathogens and harmful bacteria."
Richard imagines people out to get him, because he feels that he is the compost guru, and he becomes all defensive.
"There's no way they will ever be able to do that, I'm too powerful now. The movement has grown too big," he says
I warn him of their arguments, " anaerobic composting.. Smelly... Unpleasant..."
"Yes, you do need to be careful with your composting" he replies, knowing full well what I'm on about, and he proceeds to talk about the first steps, the ABC of composting to me, while I water some plants.
I'm pleased we are back in the old dialogue, and that he's his old usual self. We are on track, and its going to be a great harvest.
meat
I am walkıng back from town wıth adrıano. We are headıng back to hıs house. Its autumn and the streets are beautıful wıth fallen leaves. We meet Adrıanos sıster on the way, and she talks to us about all sorts of thıngs, but mostly about boyfrıends.
----
I was ın a hall of some sort, and my brother and and hıs old frıend mıcheal was wıth hım.
We were playıng a game whıch was lıke aır tennıs, - we had to hover ın the aır whıle holdıng thıs lazer beam up to the other person, to bounce back to us. If we managed ıt for a long tıme we learnt specıal powers. It was not a competıtıve game, but there were people on the ground who would jump up and grab on, or try to ınterfear, as a way of challengıng us, and makıng us drop. Some of joes frıends were the ones on the ground, and they were all women, and my frıend hıllary was there too, tryıng to pull me down. The value of havıng the people on the ground was that ıt would be really easy and so borıng ıf there was no one tryıng to pull you back down. The further we got on wıth the game the more chalengıng ıt became and now people were pılıng on top of me, and ı stıll had to learn how to float ın the aır. Durıng the game, we realısed that we had forgotten somethıng really ımportant outsıde, and so stopped playıng and went outsıde, to sort out thıs really ımportant thıng. A bıg gatherıng of people were asssemblıng for the really ımportant thıng, and we knew we had to be there too, to wıtness and take part ın thıs really ımportant thıng.
----
I am ın church and ı am playıng organ agaın, but thıs tıme the organ ıs dıfferent. It has more gadgets than ever before, so many cool specıal effects, and ı am tryıng them all out. Mass ıs just about to start, and ı see father tolan gıvıng me a funny look whıch seems to say "ı dont lıke those specıal effects." I get the feelıng lıke ım not aprıcıated here, and so ı get up to leave, wanderıng quıetly and carefully to the back.
-----
I am at a famıly gatherıng and theır are round tables put out ın the garden, under gazebos, wıth flower pattern table cloths. I am sat on a table wıth mostly older members of the famıly; aunts and uncles and grandfather.
There ıs a great varıety of food avaılable, soups, breads, salads, vegetables, meats, cheeses, fruıts. Everythıng you could ever want or ask for.
Most of us are enjoyıng a great varıety of food, but my uncles sat next to me are pılıng up meat on theır plate to hıgh heaven and nothıng but meat. Its as ıf ıts a meat eatıng competıtıon, and they want to see who can eat the most. The meat ıs ın many dıfferent forms, frıed, boıls, sausage, shapped ınto thıngs that dont look lıke meat, but ıts all stıll meat. I put a bıg bıt of meat on my plate and start eatıng ıt to see what all the obsessıon ıs about, but then on eattıng the meat ı fınd ıt bland and flavourless. There eyes are fılled wıth a hunger and thırst for flesh. It worrys me, and ı no longer want to eat thr meat.
----
I am now wıth my frıends agaın, and we are ın the most amazıng place, a place whıch ıs lıke the ultımate theme park. It has everythıng you could ever want. The maın stadıum area, usually full of seats slopıng down tertaces to the playıng fıeld has been changed around so that we can watch a specıal cırcus act, ın fact the greatest cırcus act ever performed. The seats have pulled back ınto the walls, so steep now, that ıts as ıf you are sat on top of the person ın front of you. And the fıeld has been removed to leave a great chasm, at the bottom of whıch, god knows what lurcs.
The performance begıns, and a man dressed ın a costume not dıssımılar to a super man costume but more devıl lıke, wıth horns, walks out along the rope, holdıng a pole to help hım balence. If he falls we feel that wıll be the end of hım.
Now at one end of the stadıum hıs accomplıs ın thıs dangerous act, brıngs out a cannon, and poınts ıt straıght at hım. She loads the cannon wıth these lıttle people, who are able to wrap themselves ınto balls, and she fıres one at hım, whıch only just mısses hım, because he makes the rope sway. She ıs tryıng to knock hım off! Surely he has no chance of gettıng to the other sıde, we thınk. She loads up another lıttle person ınto the cannon to fıre at hım...
Im at the Super Mutant nıght whıch ıs beıng held ın a great hall. The nıght has not started yet, and people are busy gettıng thıngs ready for the nıght. I see the food table, and am surprısed to see that the whole table ıs meat! They have formed the meat ınto great and wonderous shapes, that look so appealıng! Conor and alys look at me, ın my amazed state! "It was what we had, and ıt needed usıng" saıd conor, who ıs usually a strıct vegetarıan... The most unusual thıng they had done wıth the meat was that they had managed to form ıt ınto the exact shape and form of whıte slıced bread - the really cheep stuff you get ın supermarkets, but thıs tıme, ıt was a hundred tımes bıgger. Each slıce was the sıze of a small coffee table top... I pıck one up, and feel that the only thıng ı can do wıth ıt ıs play games wıth ıt.
----
I am surfıng ın the sea and the sun ıs shınıng and the waves are splashıng all around....
----
I was ın a hall of some sort, and my brother and and hıs old frıend mıcheal was wıth hım.
We were playıng a game whıch was lıke aır tennıs, - we had to hover ın the aır whıle holdıng thıs lazer beam up to the other person, to bounce back to us. If we managed ıt for a long tıme we learnt specıal powers. It was not a competıtıve game, but there were people on the ground who would jump up and grab on, or try to ınterfear, as a way of challengıng us, and makıng us drop. Some of joes frıends were the ones on the ground, and they were all women, and my frıend hıllary was there too, tryıng to pull me down. The value of havıng the people on the ground was that ıt would be really easy and so borıng ıf there was no one tryıng to pull you back down. The further we got on wıth the game the more chalengıng ıt became and now people were pılıng on top of me, and ı stıll had to learn how to float ın the aır. Durıng the game, we realısed that we had forgotten somethıng really ımportant outsıde, and so stopped playıng and went outsıde, to sort out thıs really ımportant thıng. A bıg gatherıng of people were asssemblıng for the really ımportant thıng, and we knew we had to be there too, to wıtness and take part ın thıs really ımportant thıng.
----
I am ın church and ı am playıng organ agaın, but thıs tıme the organ ıs dıfferent. It has more gadgets than ever before, so many cool specıal effects, and ı am tryıng them all out. Mass ıs just about to start, and ı see father tolan gıvıng me a funny look whıch seems to say "ı dont lıke those specıal effects." I get the feelıng lıke ım not aprıcıated here, and so ı get up to leave, wanderıng quıetly and carefully to the back.
-----
I am at a famıly gatherıng and theır are round tables put out ın the garden, under gazebos, wıth flower pattern table cloths. I am sat on a table wıth mostly older members of the famıly; aunts and uncles and grandfather.
There ıs a great varıety of food avaılable, soups, breads, salads, vegetables, meats, cheeses, fruıts. Everythıng you could ever want or ask for.
Most of us are enjoyıng a great varıety of food, but my uncles sat next to me are pılıng up meat on theır plate to hıgh heaven and nothıng but meat. Its as ıf ıts a meat eatıng competıtıon, and they want to see who can eat the most. The meat ıs ın many dıfferent forms, frıed, boıls, sausage, shapped ınto thıngs that dont look lıke meat, but ıts all stıll meat. I put a bıg bıt of meat on my plate and start eatıng ıt to see what all the obsessıon ıs about, but then on eattıng the meat ı fınd ıt bland and flavourless. There eyes are fılled wıth a hunger and thırst for flesh. It worrys me, and ı no longer want to eat thr meat.
----
I am now wıth my frıends agaın, and we are ın the most amazıng place, a place whıch ıs lıke the ultımate theme park. It has everythıng you could ever want. The maın stadıum area, usually full of seats slopıng down tertaces to the playıng fıeld has been changed around so that we can watch a specıal cırcus act, ın fact the greatest cırcus act ever performed. The seats have pulled back ınto the walls, so steep now, that ıts as ıf you are sat on top of the person ın front of you. And the fıeld has been removed to leave a great chasm, at the bottom of whıch, god knows what lurcs.
The performance begıns, and a man dressed ın a costume not dıssımılar to a super man costume but more devıl lıke, wıth horns, walks out along the rope, holdıng a pole to help hım balence. If he falls we feel that wıll be the end of hım.
Now at one end of the stadıum hıs accomplıs ın thıs dangerous act, brıngs out a cannon, and poınts ıt straıght at hım. She loads the cannon wıth these lıttle people, who are able to wrap themselves ınto balls, and she fıres one at hım, whıch only just mısses hım, because he makes the rope sway. She ıs tryıng to knock hım off! Surely he has no chance of gettıng to the other sıde, we thınk. She loads up another lıttle person ınto the cannon to fıre at hım...
Im at the Super Mutant nıght whıch ıs beıng held ın a great hall. The nıght has not started yet, and people are busy gettıng thıngs ready for the nıght. I see the food table, and am surprısed to see that the whole table ıs meat! They have formed the meat ınto great and wonderous shapes, that look so appealıng! Conor and alys look at me, ın my amazed state! "It was what we had, and ıt needed usıng" saıd conor, who ıs usually a strıct vegetarıan... The most unusual thıng they had done wıth the meat was that they had managed to form ıt ınto the exact shape and form of whıte slıced bread - the really cheep stuff you get ın supermarkets, but thıs tıme, ıt was a hundred tımes bıgger. Each slıce was the sıze of a small coffee table top... I pıck one up, and feel that the only thıng ı can do wıth ıt ıs play games wıth ıt.
----
I am surfıng ın the sea and the sun ıs shınıng and the waves are splashıng all around....
the food blessing
I am wandering through Endcliffe park, and get caught up with ninjas from a school, where they are being taught by this Ninja Master.
I get taken in, I have no choice, and I have to learn the skill of Ninja to survive.
I meet the ninja master who takes me on as another pupil in his school.
We have to learn skills like floating in the air and breaking down walls with single punches.
The Master Ninja is also a dark sorcerer, and all the ninja pupils need to get away, but we can get away that simply. He has too much power and knows how to keep us there. But if we don't learn a way to get away we will all get taken under his power and loose our individuality. So, as difficult as it is, we must get away.
Jon, Rosa's friend, is one of the trainees in the ninja school. He has special powers and helps me to plan my escape from the Ninja school. Also, John the allotmenter in Brighton, who is the gardener for the Ninja school, also helps me make a plan. I chat with them and they know what to do...
Somehow or other we have escaped, but the Ninja Master has found out and is on the chase.....
We are running to get a train journey, and there are moving platforms which we have to hop between. We have to run so as to not miss our train, and we nearly get the wrong one; we aren't going back to Sheffield, we need the Cardiff one! We just get there in time, despite the elevators nearly crushing us.
Once on the train, we are all under disguises. We mustn't let anyone know who we are - escapees from the evil tyrant. If even the slightest rumor gets out, we will be tracked down and found out! A train ticket inspector looks at my ticket and gets suspicious. He wants to see our bags, and I say we left them at the other end of the train. Owen and I run to the back end of the train and in the process I loose my shoes, and I want to go back to get them but its too late; now we have changed to a different train, and we are safe again.
On this train is a big restaurant and they are making dishes which represent there past. As well as giving the dish a symbol of ones past, they are also making the dish represent ones pain. The dish is a healing remedy to over come ones pain and ones past.
My friend Andy Forbes is one of the cooks. He is waiting for me at the back of the kitchen of the restaurant to finish of this very special dish. He has been filling it with power and creativity but I need to come along to complete the ritual. I turn up and very rapidly deep fry some sugared candy and throw it on. It makes these swirly patterns that solidify very quickly, and now the spell is complete, and our prayers have been externalised. It is ready for its journey into our body to heal our pain, and past.
I get taken in, I have no choice, and I have to learn the skill of Ninja to survive.
I meet the ninja master who takes me on as another pupil in his school.
We have to learn skills like floating in the air and breaking down walls with single punches.
The Master Ninja is also a dark sorcerer, and all the ninja pupils need to get away, but we can get away that simply. He has too much power and knows how to keep us there. But if we don't learn a way to get away we will all get taken under his power and loose our individuality. So, as difficult as it is, we must get away.
Jon, Rosa's friend, is one of the trainees in the ninja school. He has special powers and helps me to plan my escape from the Ninja school. Also, John the allotmenter in Brighton, who is the gardener for the Ninja school, also helps me make a plan. I chat with them and they know what to do...
Somehow or other we have escaped, but the Ninja Master has found out and is on the chase.....
We are running to get a train journey, and there are moving platforms which we have to hop between. We have to run so as to not miss our train, and we nearly get the wrong one; we aren't going back to Sheffield, we need the Cardiff one! We just get there in time, despite the elevators nearly crushing us.
Once on the train, we are all under disguises. We mustn't let anyone know who we are - escapees from the evil tyrant. If even the slightest rumor gets out, we will be tracked down and found out! A train ticket inspector looks at my ticket and gets suspicious. He wants to see our bags, and I say we left them at the other end of the train. Owen and I run to the back end of the train and in the process I loose my shoes, and I want to go back to get them but its too late; now we have changed to a different train, and we are safe again.
On this train is a big restaurant and they are making dishes which represent there past. As well as giving the dish a symbol of ones past, they are also making the dish represent ones pain. The dish is a healing remedy to over come ones pain and ones past.
My friend Andy Forbes is one of the cooks. He is waiting for me at the back of the kitchen of the restaurant to finish of this very special dish. He has been filling it with power and creativity but I need to come along to complete the ritual. I turn up and very rapidly deep fry some sugared candy and throw it on. It makes these swirly patterns that solidify very quickly, and now the spell is complete, and our prayers have been externalised. It is ready for its journey into our body to heal our pain, and past.
tea dream
I'm in a field with my brother Joe and he is showing me his latest art piece. It involves a lot of theatrical stuff.
I carelessly leave my camera in the field, and now I'm worried if someone will come over to take it.
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Simon is making a vague word link between the word tease, and the word disease.
He suggesting to me that teas (the drink) are poisonous or that teas cause disease, because the words are similar in sound. This is so random and vague i think to myself. Its not even just random, its blatantly not real, and I get annoyed. I feel its wrong to make such silly assumptions and superstitions. but maybe he is talking in reference to the over doing it of tea in western world.
Its Simon's birthday, but he is not planning a party. He explains that he only has a few needs and doesn't need lots of people around. Simon tells Alick that he appreciates his friendship, and that Alick satisfies his need for a friend. I am intrigued at his independence, how few people he needs to feel happy and content. I get the feeling that Simon is coming from a very different thinking place to me.
I think about the Microcosm macrocosm idea, to justify, or disprove what he's saying about tea. I then think about how animals eat off what humans waste.
Imagine a world without humans, i say to myself.... It seems quite hard....
---
I'm now with my brother Simon, and we are playing a game. This game involves trying to fire out a bullet as far as you can by creating pressure; only the ones with pressure fire out. There is this rack of willies, and we have to load them up in time to create the right pressure. soon the time will run out....it is hilarious!
"Are you crazy Stephen?", my auntie Vivian asks,
"Yes, I've always been crazy." I reply.
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I'm on bus, traveling through Pitsmoor in Sheffield. I see lots of suspicious looking people out of the bus window, and it makes me mistrust the people around me.
I get off the bus and enter a door at street level, and go up a stair case to enter new roots. Its a different way to get into the shop, and it surprises me. We have to go through a restaurant to enter into the kitchen area. I meet JJ in the kitchen, and I show him the secret passage.
I see Becka and Claire having a conversation in the restaurant. The conversation is about lovers. Becka says she likes Claire, but Claire is more reserved.
I carelessly leave my camera in the field, and now I'm worried if someone will come over to take it.
---
Simon is making a vague word link between the word tease, and the word disease.
He suggesting to me that teas (the drink) are poisonous or that teas cause disease, because the words are similar in sound. This is so random and vague i think to myself. Its not even just random, its blatantly not real, and I get annoyed. I feel its wrong to make such silly assumptions and superstitions. but maybe he is talking in reference to the over doing it of tea in western world.
Its Simon's birthday, but he is not planning a party. He explains that he only has a few needs and doesn't need lots of people around. Simon tells Alick that he appreciates his friendship, and that Alick satisfies his need for a friend. I am intrigued at his independence, how few people he needs to feel happy and content. I get the feeling that Simon is coming from a very different thinking place to me.
I think about the Microcosm macrocosm idea, to justify, or disprove what he's saying about tea. I then think about how animals eat off what humans waste.
Imagine a world without humans, i say to myself.... It seems quite hard....
---
I'm now with my brother Simon, and we are playing a game. This game involves trying to fire out a bullet as far as you can by creating pressure; only the ones with pressure fire out. There is this rack of willies, and we have to load them up in time to create the right pressure. soon the time will run out....it is hilarious!
"Are you crazy Stephen?", my auntie Vivian asks,
"Yes, I've always been crazy." I reply.
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I'm on bus, traveling through Pitsmoor in Sheffield. I see lots of suspicious looking people out of the bus window, and it makes me mistrust the people around me.
I get off the bus and enter a door at street level, and go up a stair case to enter new roots. Its a different way to get into the shop, and it surprises me. We have to go through a restaurant to enter into the kitchen area. I meet JJ in the kitchen, and I show him the secret passage.
I see Becka and Claire having a conversation in the restaurant. The conversation is about lovers. Becka says she likes Claire, but Claire is more reserved.
cosmic sounds
B. G+ f+g+ B.
D+ e. D+ g+
FD+e. D+ g+
I'm with Tom.
We have been out to a party, and are walking home, along the silent street. The dawn is just showing on the horizon.
We quietly enter his house, hoping to not disturb any one's sleep, but his mum is still up, waiting for toms younger bro who still out.
Toms younger brother now gets back, and, on witnessing the angry and worried look on his mums face, holds up door mat to his mum.
On the underside of the doormat it says Welcome, don't worry about under culture.
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I'm with a group of coop friends.
We are travelling along a very barren dusty road, like moon surface, on our bikes.
We are heading towards this very high point; a mountain plateau, for a special alignment with higher forces. Ben, the cycle leader, looks around. We have cycled too far, past the plateau we are aiming for, and so we head back, but Ben goes on beyond to see this other spot, as he has business there. As we head back to the plateau, Ben catches us up very quickly. We sit on plateau, and witness a very beautiful sky. The stars open out, crystal clear in the black, and its as if we are sitting on the moon.
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I'm at a music concert.
Me and all my mates are on the stage, and we all have rattles and drums, and so does the audience; this concert involves a lot of audience participation.
Chiv, who is leading the jam, is yelling out instructions like stop! And start! A bit like when you are in a samba band, but this time much bigger; at least a thousand people from the audience are joining in. He and a few others are sat behind massive drum kits, which they are playing with the most funky drumming you ever heard.
Chiv stands up to conduct the ending of the piece, and then there is quiet.
Now Aidan's friend has a special song to perform.
I stand next to Luke and we listen and play quietly along to the first song he sings. its a bit like a David Bowie song. After this song the whole place goes very quiet, and the second song starts up. An old lady with a beautiful voice and stirring presence comes onto the stage to teach the audience the backing vocal to the song. The backing vocal fits in perfectly with the rest of the song; a hauntingly beautiful melody over a drone wash of rainbow ethereal sounds.
D+ e. D+ g+
FD+e. D+ g+
I'm with Tom.
We have been out to a party, and are walking home, along the silent street. The dawn is just showing on the horizon.
We quietly enter his house, hoping to not disturb any one's sleep, but his mum is still up, waiting for toms younger bro who still out.
Toms younger brother now gets back, and, on witnessing the angry and worried look on his mums face, holds up door mat to his mum.
On the underside of the doormat it says Welcome, don't worry about under culture.
---
I'm with a group of coop friends.
We are travelling along a very barren dusty road, like moon surface, on our bikes.
We are heading towards this very high point; a mountain plateau, for a special alignment with higher forces. Ben, the cycle leader, looks around. We have cycled too far, past the plateau we are aiming for, and so we head back, but Ben goes on beyond to see this other spot, as he has business there. As we head back to the plateau, Ben catches us up very quickly. We sit on plateau, and witness a very beautiful sky. The stars open out, crystal clear in the black, and its as if we are sitting on the moon.
----
I'm at a music concert.
Me and all my mates are on the stage, and we all have rattles and drums, and so does the audience; this concert involves a lot of audience participation.
Chiv, who is leading the jam, is yelling out instructions like stop! And start! A bit like when you are in a samba band, but this time much bigger; at least a thousand people from the audience are joining in. He and a few others are sat behind massive drum kits, which they are playing with the most funky drumming you ever heard.
Chiv stands up to conduct the ending of the piece, and then there is quiet.
Now Aidan's friend has a special song to perform.
I stand next to Luke and we listen and play quietly along to the first song he sings. its a bit like a David Bowie song. After this song the whole place goes very quiet, and the second song starts up. An old lady with a beautiful voice and stirring presence comes onto the stage to teach the audience the backing vocal to the song. The backing vocal fits in perfectly with the rest of the song; a hauntingly beautiful melody over a drone wash of rainbow ethereal sounds.
bee dream
I'm with Charly, my beekeeper friend from Coed.
I have a dream that I'm about to swarm with a swarm of bees, and all of a sudden we are off, flying up through the air.
Its so exciting and exhilarating.
I wake, and Simon, the bee man is there. I tell him my dream and he tells me that this is a good dream, a very good sign. I get the feeling that this dream was a premonition, so I go wandering to find swarms. I wander over to the hives to see how they are getting on, and yes, the first one has swarmed, and the swarm is strangely hanging around the old hive. When I get close, I see that the bees are full of honey, they are like little fluffy golden balls. - its all the store they need to take with them for the building of the new hive.
I get one of these honey coated bees on my hand and it gets really angry and stings me, and now I've aggravated the whole swarm, so I make a move out of the way to another area. Here there are more swarms, which are hovering around the branches of trees,
These swarms are also hostile and so I make sure to keep well out of there way.
One bee ends up following me everywhere, and I end up killing it to stop it bothering me. But now I feel that I've aggravated the whole swarm, and I get worried and go to shelter in these buildings, not far from the swarm.
Charly is still outside, so i go back outside to chat to her. I tell her about the bee swarms. i can see that there are 4 swarms all hanging out close to one another, not far from where I'm stood. They are spiraling around the branches, so I don't go too close.
I go back into the building to keep safe from the swarms. 2 young women are staying in one of the rooms, and I see them and find them very attractive. They see me but we don't exchange any words.
I go back outside and I end up getting chased by some bees a second time and out of fear and frustration I stand on one of the bees to kill it. I go back to shelter in the buildings, and sit down in the room with the 2 young women. A bee comes to me- not another!! I think. But this one is not trying to harm me, and it comes to rest on my hand. I see how beautiful the bee is, and say sorry to the bee for killing two of its kind. It feels good to talk to the bee.
I have a dream that I'm about to swarm with a swarm of bees, and all of a sudden we are off, flying up through the air.
Its so exciting and exhilarating.
I wake, and Simon, the bee man is there. I tell him my dream and he tells me that this is a good dream, a very good sign. I get the feeling that this dream was a premonition, so I go wandering to find swarms. I wander over to the hives to see how they are getting on, and yes, the first one has swarmed, and the swarm is strangely hanging around the old hive. When I get close, I see that the bees are full of honey, they are like little fluffy golden balls. - its all the store they need to take with them for the building of the new hive.
I get one of these honey coated bees on my hand and it gets really angry and stings me, and now I've aggravated the whole swarm, so I make a move out of the way to another area. Here there are more swarms, which are hovering around the branches of trees,
These swarms are also hostile and so I make sure to keep well out of there way.
One bee ends up following me everywhere, and I end up killing it to stop it bothering me. But now I feel that I've aggravated the whole swarm, and I get worried and go to shelter in these buildings, not far from the swarm.
Charly is still outside, so i go back outside to chat to her. I tell her about the bee swarms. i can see that there are 4 swarms all hanging out close to one another, not far from where I'm stood. They are spiraling around the branches, so I don't go too close.
I go back into the building to keep safe from the swarms. 2 young women are staying in one of the rooms, and I see them and find them very attractive. They see me but we don't exchange any words.
I go back outside and I end up getting chased by some bees a second time and out of fear and frustration I stand on one of the bees to kill it. I go back to shelter in the buildings, and sit down in the room with the 2 young women. A bee comes to me- not another!! I think. But this one is not trying to harm me, and it comes to rest on my hand. I see how beautiful the bee is, and say sorry to the bee for killing two of its kind. It feels good to talk to the bee.
kristina
I have just finished teaching my course at braziers. I am round at Kristina's and I'm telling her about braziers.
"Bees", She says, "oh yeah I know about the bees I saw them last year"
Oh! I didn't know she had been...
"Have you seen the Top Bar Hive its new!" i say.
She hasn't.
Then a Bee comes buzzing around my head, which for some reason feels quite normal despite its annoying-ness.
"I have been feeling this Bees presence all evening" I say,
"This one seems to be checking me out or something.."
Kristina is only a little impressed as I tell her all things I've been teaching on the course.
"Its great" she says, "but imagine how good you would be if you just focused on one thing? Concentrated your efforts more single-mindedly....
I know what she means, and its true, I do feel like I have been spreading myself a bit too thin...
I write out this poetic and cryptic message on my phone for Kristina, since prophecy is best hidden in poetry and symbol; I am predicting what I'm going to do in the future. It has lots of hidden meanings in it, and when I read it to her, she struggles to understand what the hidden messages are. I hardly know myself! While I'm reading it this bee keeps buzzing around my head. We both agree at the end however on one thing; that we were going to move into a house together, and with other housing coop members.
"Bees", She says, "oh yeah I know about the bees I saw them last year"
Oh! I didn't know she had been...
"Have you seen the Top Bar Hive its new!" i say.
She hasn't.
Then a Bee comes buzzing around my head, which for some reason feels quite normal despite its annoying-ness.
"I have been feeling this Bees presence all evening" I say,
"This one seems to be checking me out or something.."
Kristina is only a little impressed as I tell her all things I've been teaching on the course.
"Its great" she says, "but imagine how good you would be if you just focused on one thing? Concentrated your efforts more single-mindedly....
I know what she means, and its true, I do feel like I have been spreading myself a bit too thin...
I write out this poetic and cryptic message on my phone for Kristina, since prophecy is best hidden in poetry and symbol; I am predicting what I'm going to do in the future. It has lots of hidden meanings in it, and when I read it to her, she struggles to understand what the hidden messages are. I hardly know myself! While I'm reading it this bee keeps buzzing around my head. We both agree at the end however on one thing; that we were going to move into a house together, and with other housing coop members.
Friday, 2 July 2010
in search of the real
Short poem
The words of the songs don't help.
And tear stained pillows don't come to life
I don't know what's real any more
I don't know if I'm even real
But even though the pillow won't come to life, I will surrender my head to it all the same,
How would I know if even all that I ever thought were true turned out to be false?
Watching the swaying of the grass in the breeze, by the my mind quietens.
And now there's no more monsters in the cracks in the pavement
And I'm no longer wrong for stepping out of line
e a g d b e d a g b a e d
a g b a
The words of the songs don't help.
And tear stained pillows don't come to life
I don't know what's real any more
I don't know if I'm even real
But even though the pillow won't come to life, I will surrender my head to it all the same,
How would I know if even all that I ever thought were true turned out to be false?
Watching the swaying of the grass in the breeze, by the my mind quietens.
And now there's no more monsters in the cracks in the pavement
And I'm no longer wrong for stepping out of line
e a g d b e d a g b a e d
a g b a
the magic place and the good and evil spirits
I'm with my brother James. We are outside Notredame school, at the front on the road, walking by the wall on the opposite side to the school. We are walking home. I want to show James this magic place just round the corner, it won't take long I tell him. I leave my bike unlocked resting against the wall without thinking...
After a minute or two I panic about the security of my bike; anyone could just jump on it and cycle off. James says its not to worry - he right, we are still only round corner. I'd hear if anyone jumped on my bike.
We are now at the magic spot. Its just a glade surounded by dark shady plants. We start singing this song, like an incantation to evoke some spirit, and the song brings us visions....
Its like watching a movie. The in the first movie, Carl Sagan is the lead character. He is this school boy who is also a mole. The crux of the movie rests on this point where he shows people what the universe is like by being fearless of death. He is singing a song at the top of this tower and he steps off the tower into mid air while still singing this song and he slowly starts descending to the ground, building speed as he drops. A bit like the cartoons where a car has driven off a cliff and the car hovers for a while before dropping. All the while he keeps singing, fearless of the death that awaits him at the bottom.
The second vision we have (I've seen them both before) is like a kiddies nightmare. Its all about trying to make people fear god. There's this nice little mouse who is asleep at the top of a church and in his sleep (though you think its real - I identify with all the little mouse's feelings, to the point where I think I am the mouse) these demons, which appear in the form of black crows, and scary black badgers with big fangs and rolling terrifying eyes, come to haunt him in his sleep. They are the evil spirits from the underworld and they have come to take away his soul, by making him fear. The crows in particular really try their best to evoke fear into the little mouse: they are flapping around in front of the screen trying to hypnotize the viewer with there black beady eyes. The little mouse wakes up. Few! "thank god! It was all a dream!" He thinks.
Then lightening strikes and the evil spirits come down out of the sky and from over the roof of the church to suck his blood! This is no dream, its real! ( But because I've seen this movie before, I don't find it as scary, but my brother james finds it scary, and he's nearly an adult now!
God knows how little kids respond to this film!
After a minute or two I panic about the security of my bike; anyone could just jump on it and cycle off. James says its not to worry - he right, we are still only round corner. I'd hear if anyone jumped on my bike.
We are now at the magic spot. Its just a glade surounded by dark shady plants. We start singing this song, like an incantation to evoke some spirit, and the song brings us visions....
Its like watching a movie. The in the first movie, Carl Sagan is the lead character. He is this school boy who is also a mole. The crux of the movie rests on this point where he shows people what the universe is like by being fearless of death. He is singing a song at the top of this tower and he steps off the tower into mid air while still singing this song and he slowly starts descending to the ground, building speed as he drops. A bit like the cartoons where a car has driven off a cliff and the car hovers for a while before dropping. All the while he keeps singing, fearless of the death that awaits him at the bottom.
The second vision we have (I've seen them both before) is like a kiddies nightmare. Its all about trying to make people fear god. There's this nice little mouse who is asleep at the top of a church and in his sleep (though you think its real - I identify with all the little mouse's feelings, to the point where I think I am the mouse) these demons, which appear in the form of black crows, and scary black badgers with big fangs and rolling terrifying eyes, come to haunt him in his sleep. They are the evil spirits from the underworld and they have come to take away his soul, by making him fear. The crows in particular really try their best to evoke fear into the little mouse: they are flapping around in front of the screen trying to hypnotize the viewer with there black beady eyes. The little mouse wakes up. Few! "thank god! It was all a dream!" He thinks.
Then lightening strikes and the evil spirits come down out of the sky and from over the roof of the church to suck his blood! This is no dream, its real! ( But because I've seen this movie before, I don't find it as scary, but my brother james finds it scary, and he's nearly an adult now!
God knows how little kids respond to this film!
new houses, new changes.
I've been given a plowing job - soil loosening.(Describe detail) I'm in the tractor, its really fast and fun, there are people who are still clearing up from the festival, and they are getting in the way from me finishing the job. I have to work around them - the ground is no longer grassy - but there are large patches of sand and chasms and dips in the land that I have to avoid,
I'm now driving round town with anne marie to go and visit our potential new house. We have a house that we may move into.. It has been rented out to people - its a council house; a newly built terrace. We are planning on moving in, but when we see it we are a bit doubtful about it. We drive around town a bit more... We are at the same time doing something very rebellious; sticking up these posters everywhere which inform people about all the stuff the government won't tell you. Once we have put up all the posters, we drive back to the house. Some young people have moved in. They are unpacking their things. We are surprised at this, and question why they are moving in- don't they know its our house now?
One of them comes over and explains.- they have been chucked out of their house, and the council let them into this one because there was nowhere for them to go and no-one was using this house... I get arguing with them, but then realise that I am, and shut my mouth. I let Anne Marie talk, because I know that she is better at talking. She doesn't want to talk however... She has something else in mind..
They have got the decks out and are putting on a party. Anne Marie wants to start dancing... I read this as a sign to let the house go, and so I accept the situation, and begin dancing.
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I'm in Wellow. We are going on a trip, and everyone is waiting for me. I've just got too much to do before I leave, there are so many things that need doing.... Will I ever get them all done?
I'm now driving round town with anne marie to go and visit our potential new house. We have a house that we may move into.. It has been rented out to people - its a council house; a newly built terrace. We are planning on moving in, but when we see it we are a bit doubtful about it. We drive around town a bit more... We are at the same time doing something very rebellious; sticking up these posters everywhere which inform people about all the stuff the government won't tell you. Once we have put up all the posters, we drive back to the house. Some young people have moved in. They are unpacking their things. We are surprised at this, and question why they are moving in- don't they know its our house now?
One of them comes over and explains.- they have been chucked out of their house, and the council let them into this one because there was nowhere for them to go and no-one was using this house... I get arguing with them, but then realise that I am, and shut my mouth. I let Anne Marie talk, because I know that she is better at talking. She doesn't want to talk however... She has something else in mind..
They have got the decks out and are putting on a party. Anne Marie wants to start dancing... I read this as a sign to let the house go, and so I accept the situation, and begin dancing.
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I'm in Wellow. We are going on a trip, and everyone is waiting for me. I've just got too much to do before I leave, there are so many things that need doing.... Will I ever get them all done?
the helpful train attendant
I am at the train station, and I am with one of the train attendants; a lady, and we are chatting about plants. She is showing me this new plant that she has been growing in a pot near the train station. I am very impressed by the plant. It looks very magical. A bit like an ornamental euphorbia, but much bigger, like a bush.
I ask her where I could get one, aware that my train is going to be leaving soon.
She tells me about a plant nursury down the road, but also that I can get a cutting off the plant she has to save time. My train has allready arrived at the station.
In a frantic bustle, I try to take a cutting, and run for my train. I get on, but then realise I've left my shoes somewhere, and I ask my friend, the train attendant if she's seen them. She has, thank god, and she gives them to me, just before the doors shut.
Few!
I ask her where I could get one, aware that my train is going to be leaving soon.
She tells me about a plant nursury down the road, but also that I can get a cutting off the plant she has to save time. My train has allready arrived at the station.
In a frantic bustle, I try to take a cutting, and run for my train. I get on, but then realise I've left my shoes somewhere, and I ask my friend, the train attendant if she's seen them. She has, thank god, and she gives them to me, just before the doors shut.
Few!
abundance love
Rosa tells me she has put up more dreams on her dream blog through a text.
I am at Thomas's course... Thomas tells us about a pond sit which is a good place for meditation. I decided that its a good place for me to sit, and so I wade through the shallow water to a mound sticking up out of the lake, and sit on the mound. Its spongy and wet, and I don't know if I do really want to sit on it. I sit anyway, and the view opens out before me.
I can now see down into an open quarry like area, in which workshops are being given. I walk down there and I meet a black chap who is fascinated by the abundance project. He is so delighted to meet me. He wants very specific instructions of what we do. I have my notes on me, which upon reading out, confuse him, and so I refer back to the hand book which is a much better tool to work from. I realise how valuable the handbook is now, and am glad that we are going to make some more hard copies.
When I realise who this black chap is, I am so honoured to be praised by this guy; he's a famous africa tribes leader, of the equivalent status of Nelson Mandella. He looked a bit like Herbie Hankoc and Roots Manuva.
He encourages me to make a performance out of the abundance project; to perform the harvesting and distribution of abundance.
I struggle with the words to say for the performance, and he puts words in my mouth.
Again I have to refer back to the hand book for guidance.
---
We have planned our performance, and are putting up a poster about the abundance performance. I climb up one of my favourite trees just next to hunters bar roundabout. Its the one in which I keep a plant in at the top, and because the weather has been so dry, the plant desperately needs watering. I climb up all the way to the top, but I forget to take up the water, and have to climb all the way down to get the water.
My new botanist friend is at the bottom and he says he would like to try climbing up to water the plant. I warn him about the safety of the tree; its very flimsy, even more so since I've not watered the plant at the top. He climbs up and manages to get to the top to water. I'm watching my friend in the tree swaying in the wind, concerned for him, but also vividly aware that this makes great publicity for abundance; it attracts so much attention; all the people in the cars are looking up at my friend swaying in the wind.
I'm stood on the ground, and am getting publicity material together for abundance. We are going to fill this tree with posters and apples and things abundance...
The authorities come along, due to all the attention we have given ourselves, and we know we are in trouble. Well actually its my fault. I removed a bit of a boring official notice, saying nothing in particular, to put up an abundance one. A lady with a clipboard comes along, and sees the damage, and has to get out a new notice.
'Can't you just mend the old one' I ask?
she shakes her head sternly and doesn't utter a word. 'Steve' says daniele, 'you just don't get it, it means a great deal to them'.
while they are replacing there little yellow plastic information on the wall, we all know we are going to get into trouble.
-----
I see a guy and his very fat girlfriend together. She asks him to pull out the pot of food from her vagina for her. She could probably reach it herself, despite her size, but she wants him to do it. Even though he's clearly done this many times before, he is reluctant since he knows people are watching. He goes ahead anyway, so as to express his love for her. He leans into her and puts his hand under her dress and reaches up. She has to give him directions.
"Further up, further up" she says, " that's it! Got it!"
He brings his hand back out with a round tupperware box in his hand. His hand and the box are covered in vaginal juices. I am amazed! How the hell did she manage to fit a box that big up her vagina?
-----
I'm walking with a group of young girls. they are looking very attractive, bright eyes shining, seeking love in there lives. One of them has been attracted to me for a very long time, and her friends have been nudging her to tell me. We stop at the top of the steps, which lead into Endcliffe park, and the small one with black hair, looks up at me and sings me a song.
Its to a Take That pop tune melody, but the words are sweeter, her own doing.
It went something like
I want to be your lover
We can be the best of friends
Forever
I will be by your side
When the dawn comes and the dew breaks,
I will still be by your side.
----
I listen, and am touched by her song.
Some older lads, come along; troublesome teenagers.
The oldest lad says in a threatening voice "I know what your up to".
He thinks I'm trying to seduce all these young girls. I have to admit to myself that I am naturally attracted to them, especially the one who sang me a song, since she is so sweet, and is really in love with me, but I know I'm too old. Much to old. And so I tell this sweet girl with the black hair that I'm too old for her, and that she is too young. She knew that would be the answer, but is sad all the same. I am also sad, since she now looks so miserable, and it makes me feel so bad...
I am at Thomas's course... Thomas tells us about a pond sit which is a good place for meditation. I decided that its a good place for me to sit, and so I wade through the shallow water to a mound sticking up out of the lake, and sit on the mound. Its spongy and wet, and I don't know if I do really want to sit on it. I sit anyway, and the view opens out before me.
I can now see down into an open quarry like area, in which workshops are being given. I walk down there and I meet a black chap who is fascinated by the abundance project. He is so delighted to meet me. He wants very specific instructions of what we do. I have my notes on me, which upon reading out, confuse him, and so I refer back to the hand book which is a much better tool to work from. I realise how valuable the handbook is now, and am glad that we are going to make some more hard copies.
When I realise who this black chap is, I am so honoured to be praised by this guy; he's a famous africa tribes leader, of the equivalent status of Nelson Mandella. He looked a bit like Herbie Hankoc and Roots Manuva.
He encourages me to make a performance out of the abundance project; to perform the harvesting and distribution of abundance.
I struggle with the words to say for the performance, and he puts words in my mouth.
Again I have to refer back to the hand book for guidance.
---
We have planned our performance, and are putting up a poster about the abundance performance. I climb up one of my favourite trees just next to hunters bar roundabout. Its the one in which I keep a plant in at the top, and because the weather has been so dry, the plant desperately needs watering. I climb up all the way to the top, but I forget to take up the water, and have to climb all the way down to get the water.
My new botanist friend is at the bottom and he says he would like to try climbing up to water the plant. I warn him about the safety of the tree; its very flimsy, even more so since I've not watered the plant at the top. He climbs up and manages to get to the top to water. I'm watching my friend in the tree swaying in the wind, concerned for him, but also vividly aware that this makes great publicity for abundance; it attracts so much attention; all the people in the cars are looking up at my friend swaying in the wind.
I'm stood on the ground, and am getting publicity material together for abundance. We are going to fill this tree with posters and apples and things abundance...
The authorities come along, due to all the attention we have given ourselves, and we know we are in trouble. Well actually its my fault. I removed a bit of a boring official notice, saying nothing in particular, to put up an abundance one. A lady with a clipboard comes along, and sees the damage, and has to get out a new notice.
'Can't you just mend the old one' I ask?
she shakes her head sternly and doesn't utter a word. 'Steve' says daniele, 'you just don't get it, it means a great deal to them'.
while they are replacing there little yellow plastic information on the wall, we all know we are going to get into trouble.
-----
I see a guy and his very fat girlfriend together. She asks him to pull out the pot of food from her vagina for her. She could probably reach it herself, despite her size, but she wants him to do it. Even though he's clearly done this many times before, he is reluctant since he knows people are watching. He goes ahead anyway, so as to express his love for her. He leans into her and puts his hand under her dress and reaches up. She has to give him directions.
"Further up, further up" she says, " that's it! Got it!"
He brings his hand back out with a round tupperware box in his hand. His hand and the box are covered in vaginal juices. I am amazed! How the hell did she manage to fit a box that big up her vagina?
-----
I'm walking with a group of young girls. they are looking very attractive, bright eyes shining, seeking love in there lives. One of them has been attracted to me for a very long time, and her friends have been nudging her to tell me. We stop at the top of the steps, which lead into Endcliffe park, and the small one with black hair, looks up at me and sings me a song.
Its to a Take That pop tune melody, but the words are sweeter, her own doing.
It went something like
I want to be your lover
We can be the best of friends
Forever
I will be by your side
When the dawn comes and the dew breaks,
I will still be by your side.
----
I listen, and am touched by her song.
Some older lads, come along; troublesome teenagers.
The oldest lad says in a threatening voice "I know what your up to".
He thinks I'm trying to seduce all these young girls. I have to admit to myself that I am naturally attracted to them, especially the one who sang me a song, since she is so sweet, and is really in love with me, but I know I'm too old. Much to old. And so I tell this sweet girl with the black hair that I'm too old for her, and that she is too young. She knew that would be the answer, but is sad all the same. I am also sad, since she now looks so miserable, and it makes me feel so bad...
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
midsummer dreams
I'm with james and marie out in the peak district. We go down this amazing tunnel, and come out beyond the valley where we thought we were. I get the sence we are on stanage, but actually, it feels more like the edge of the cliff of arthers seat in scotland, I say, let's get up to the edge of the cliff for the view. The slope sharpens, and we edge our way cautiosly to the edge. The view is so stunningly beautiful
We ca see for miles and miles, and the sky is totally clear. We can see the tiniest distant cities and fields, forests, animals in the fields, closer houses, people as ants on a colosal world.
A guy come through the tunnel behind us. He looks a bit suspicious, and I feel a bit vulernable here on the edge of this massive cliff. We don't know if he's friendly or not yet. He comes over quite relaxed and chatty, and so we drop our guard. I'm taking photos of the view, and I'm struggling to get the full panoramic view, so he sits on my ancles so I can lean out fully over the cliff without risk of falling, so I can take the full view. I let him have a go with my camera too. When he uses it the landscape seems to change more suddenly, as if were watching one of those nature documentarrys where they speed up the film..
I'm now in a big old house, and all my cousins, aunts, uncles, family, the lot, are here too. Its an amazing house; so many little parts of it, levels, hidden rooms. We are having the most amazing time, especially the younger of us, running around and playing games,
I go into a room and meet a lady who isn't one of the family. I get into a conversation with her about spirituality. I get the feeling she is a nun, as she seems to live mostly on her own, a reclusive. And she also has mostly books on spirituality, and has a crucifix in the room. We have a really great conversation, about spiritual practice. I leave the room she is in, and go downstairs.
Us younger ones have found this secret passage to this place beyond the chasm. My dad can't understand how he got over there, and since I know a way over I decide to show him. It involves pushing these two switches in different places which make two platforms appear which makes it possible to get across. I travel through the house like lightning, and now realise that its not a house at all, but that I'm playing a computer game. I panic, realising that I've been hypnotised into playing this game, not knowing if I can get out of it...
I don't want to be trapped here in this game. I feel haunted by this experience from my past.
We have been to a party at Notredame high school, and now we are leaving, I realise that I've not got my bag with me. I had left it with luke, since he had said that hed look after it. Ut now luke doesn't have it, so I get out of the car to go and look for it. The stair case is a paternosta style lift which is really dangerous, - how come I don't remember it being like this? I guess I must have just got used to it... I go all the way up to the top, and don't find it and so ring luke. Perhaps he's can remember taking it somewhere. He says he remembers going onto the 4th floor, and may have had it with him. I end up going all the way back down to ground floor, via some really scary and dangerous lift manuvering, and going to the reception area. There are some people still hanging around after the party and I ring luke again. This time he comes out to help me look. He had remembered more now. He sees a friend who he gave it to to be looked after, and the friend still has it. I check the pockets, - everything is still in there, pens, books, big matchstick, plastic bags, and most importantly, my wallet. We wander back to the car andd drive off.
We are cooking some food together, me, joe, luke and aidan, and aidan is showing us some garden design he has been doing, while we cook. We are all very impressed with his garden design; a 3d model of a garden, with colours and plans and diagrams all carefully drawn. I take some greens, and start to stir fry them, but then suddenly get all sad for some reason, and have to lie down. Kristina and rosa are here now, and they comfort me. It cheers me up to see them. Now I want some spices for the cooking, and I ask what there might be around. My brother Joe brings out a white cloth which he unfolds, revealing some little white stick like things, each with an amazingly carved gold tiger head, no bigger than the head of a match. I taste one of them, and it tastes amazing; a sharp spicy, clove like taste. These will do the trick! There are also other spices in the white cloth. A little brown seed, and a red stick like thing. I've not tasted these yet... The cooking smells really nice...
We ca see for miles and miles, and the sky is totally clear. We can see the tiniest distant cities and fields, forests, animals in the fields, closer houses, people as ants on a colosal world.
A guy come through the tunnel behind us. He looks a bit suspicious, and I feel a bit vulernable here on the edge of this massive cliff. We don't know if he's friendly or not yet. He comes over quite relaxed and chatty, and so we drop our guard. I'm taking photos of the view, and I'm struggling to get the full panoramic view, so he sits on my ancles so I can lean out fully over the cliff without risk of falling, so I can take the full view. I let him have a go with my camera too. When he uses it the landscape seems to change more suddenly, as if were watching one of those nature documentarrys where they speed up the film..
I'm now in a big old house, and all my cousins, aunts, uncles, family, the lot, are here too. Its an amazing house; so many little parts of it, levels, hidden rooms. We are having the most amazing time, especially the younger of us, running around and playing games,
I go into a room and meet a lady who isn't one of the family. I get into a conversation with her about spirituality. I get the feeling she is a nun, as she seems to live mostly on her own, a reclusive. And she also has mostly books on spirituality, and has a crucifix in the room. We have a really great conversation, about spiritual practice. I leave the room she is in, and go downstairs.
Us younger ones have found this secret passage to this place beyond the chasm. My dad can't understand how he got over there, and since I know a way over I decide to show him. It involves pushing these two switches in different places which make two platforms appear which makes it possible to get across. I travel through the house like lightning, and now realise that its not a house at all, but that I'm playing a computer game. I panic, realising that I've been hypnotised into playing this game, not knowing if I can get out of it...
I don't want to be trapped here in this game. I feel haunted by this experience from my past.
We have been to a party at Notredame high school, and now we are leaving, I realise that I've not got my bag with me. I had left it with luke, since he had said that hed look after it. Ut now luke doesn't have it, so I get out of the car to go and look for it. The stair case is a paternosta style lift which is really dangerous, - how come I don't remember it being like this? I guess I must have just got used to it... I go all the way up to the top, and don't find it and so ring luke. Perhaps he's can remember taking it somewhere. He says he remembers going onto the 4th floor, and may have had it with him. I end up going all the way back down to ground floor, via some really scary and dangerous lift manuvering, and going to the reception area. There are some people still hanging around after the party and I ring luke again. This time he comes out to help me look. He had remembered more now. He sees a friend who he gave it to to be looked after, and the friend still has it. I check the pockets, - everything is still in there, pens, books, big matchstick, plastic bags, and most importantly, my wallet. We wander back to the car andd drive off.
We are cooking some food together, me, joe, luke and aidan, and aidan is showing us some garden design he has been doing, while we cook. We are all very impressed with his garden design; a 3d model of a garden, with colours and plans and diagrams all carefully drawn. I take some greens, and start to stir fry them, but then suddenly get all sad for some reason, and have to lie down. Kristina and rosa are here now, and they comfort me. It cheers me up to see them. Now I want some spices for the cooking, and I ask what there might be around. My brother Joe brings out a white cloth which he unfolds, revealing some little white stick like things, each with an amazingly carved gold tiger head, no bigger than the head of a match. I taste one of them, and it tastes amazing; a sharp spicy, clove like taste. These will do the trick! There are also other spices in the white cloth. A little brown seed, and a red stick like thing. I've not tasted these yet... The cooking smells really nice...
Thursday, 3 June 2010
Dreams of teachers
I dreamed that Peter Taylor, the shamanic ghost dancer guy, was giving a talk to a big group of us at a festival. We were looking and feeling tired and worn out, and Peter could see this. He decided that it would really help us if we could sing a song together to bring back our group spirits and revive us. So, he starts singing this indian mantra, which non of us know what the words mean, but somehow is easy to get the hang of. We all join in. It seems to be working. My energy is returning to my worn out limbs..... i look at a friend in the eyes, who seems to share the same though at me - what the hell are we singing anyway?
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I dreamed that i was back on Richards allotments. He was moving in. He had put up curtains and was fitting in kitchen sinks and all sorts. It looked really neat an tidy. and Very home like.....
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I dreamed that i was back on Richards allotments. He was moving in. He had put up curtains and was fitting in kitchen sinks and all sorts. It looked really neat an tidy. and Very home like.....
Sunday, 30 May 2010
dreams of the housing coop.
we, the coop, are at a party gathering. Its past our time to leave; Rosa and Saskia have already left, and just as I'm at the door to leave I find a phone on the floor. I pick it up to look to see who's it is - its Rosa's phone, and so I ring Saskia from Rosa's to let Rosa know that I've got her phone. Yet where is my phone? I can't find it on me, so I panic and start thinking of the last place I found it.
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I can't remember if I found it or not, but now we are on an cycling trip, all of us from the coop, cycling along a dusty gravel track. Even Rosa on a bike cycling along with us! This guy from another coop races ahead of us to show off his roller blading skills, but he is barely managing to stand up - he's careering down a steep gravel track only just managing to not crash into the rocks in the path. At the bottom is a sharp turn, and he crashes into a wall! He is bleeding all over, and yet he still gets up and tries to carry on. He can't stop, its as if he's on drugs, and can't feel the pain yet. If we don't stop him he will clearly do more damage. We shout to tell him to stop, but he can't hear us. He's locked in a trance and we don't know how to break him out of it. I suggest chucking him in the river. Maybe the cold water will snap him out of it? We all grab a limb to bring him to a halt, and swing him into the river! We hope this will stop him!
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Now we are making things in a workshop, us lot: the coop.
There's a lot of work to be done building shelves. Rosa starts getting bits of wood and hammering them together, and I amazed at her ability to do stuff... Why didn't she tell me she could do all this stuff? I ask her if she needs any help, yet seems quite confident that she can manage on her own. I fiddle around with a few bits of wood trying to make myself useful, yet its clear she doesn't need me for this task.
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I'm now at a festival, I'm looking for the right place to be, wandering from tent to tent. I'm not sure where I belong...
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I've got some new glasses! I can see everything clearly!
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I can't remember if I found it or not, but now we are on an cycling trip, all of us from the coop, cycling along a dusty gravel track. Even Rosa on a bike cycling along with us! This guy from another coop races ahead of us to show off his roller blading skills, but he is barely managing to stand up - he's careering down a steep gravel track only just managing to not crash into the rocks in the path. At the bottom is a sharp turn, and he crashes into a wall! He is bleeding all over, and yet he still gets up and tries to carry on. He can't stop, its as if he's on drugs, and can't feel the pain yet. If we don't stop him he will clearly do more damage. We shout to tell him to stop, but he can't hear us. He's locked in a trance and we don't know how to break him out of it. I suggest chucking him in the river. Maybe the cold water will snap him out of it? We all grab a limb to bring him to a halt, and swing him into the river! We hope this will stop him!
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Now we are making things in a workshop, us lot: the coop.
There's a lot of work to be done building shelves. Rosa starts getting bits of wood and hammering them together, and I amazed at her ability to do stuff... Why didn't she tell me she could do all this stuff? I ask her if she needs any help, yet seems quite confident that she can manage on her own. I fiddle around with a few bits of wood trying to make myself useful, yet its clear she doesn't need me for this task.
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I'm now at a festival, I'm looking for the right place to be, wandering from tent to tent. I'm not sure where I belong...
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I've got some new glasses! I can see everything clearly!
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Tuesday, 25 May 2010
the toilet seat with spit on
I am in my old secondary school, I needed a poo, and when I went into the toilet, bit there were a couple sat in there smoking. No problem I thought! Nothing to be shy about! But when I put the seat down it was covered in spit! No way I thought. Ill wait till I find somewhere nicer.... I went back to the music concert and sat down on the floor. Jasmine was there as well and sat down next to me it was funny seeing her again!
There was this little 9 year old boy playing piano and singing- he was genius- increadible. He played his own compositions, and every one was amazed! And then there was the biggest choir in the world - everyone was joining in- there were conductors to keep everyone in time- and people were also playing percussion with the singing. Then I was leading a wild food walk,- i saw some helicopters firing gun fire around broomhall so had to change the route, to be safe. I vividly remember seeing the wild garlic.. Then I see my dad, he's wondering what I up to, and I see my old gardening teacher, who talks to me and a bunch of friends. He says that he needs a girlfriend.
There was this little 9 year old boy playing piano and singing- he was genius- increadible. He played his own compositions, and every one was amazed! And then there was the biggest choir in the world - everyone was joining in- there were conductors to keep everyone in time- and people were also playing percussion with the singing. Then I was leading a wild food walk,- i saw some helicopters firing gun fire around broomhall so had to change the route, to be safe. I vividly remember seeing the wild garlic.. Then I see my dad, he's wondering what I up to, and I see my old gardening teacher, who talks to me and a bunch of friends. He says that he needs a girlfriend.
Saturday, 22 May 2010
The Dress
I'm in a classroom at King Edwards. Its one of the english rooms.
Mr Wells is teaching a small group of us. He puts on a piece of music, and we all start singing to it.
We have been in a test, and there is general unease about the quality of the tests amongst the teachers. So, changes are being made in the national curriculum. A new teacher has come in to teach our class. He says that he wants to change things.
"from now on we are all going to heal one another", he says.
We have to move tables around to make it look like things are changing.
Its warm weather outside and things are hotting up. I think about taking some of my clothes off to cool down, and then realise that I'm wearing a dress with these enormous stockings that are so big that they cover up the fact that I'm wearing a dress. I want to take these ridiculous stockings off but I don't want to expose the fact that I'm wearing a dress. My friends in the class see my dilemma and warn me that I'm at risk of getting beaten up if I go outside wearing the dress. I role down the stockings to see if I can come to some kinda compromise. No luck, I'm definitely wearing a dress. Its a green and yellow striped dress which comes to above the knees. It looks like I've even got breasts wearing this dress!
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I see my brother James playing a new tune to scragga. It starts off like this reggae tune but then becomes very wordy and vocal and looses the beat. I'm not sure what scragga is thinking....
Mr Wells is teaching a small group of us. He puts on a piece of music, and we all start singing to it.
We have been in a test, and there is general unease about the quality of the tests amongst the teachers. So, changes are being made in the national curriculum. A new teacher has come in to teach our class. He says that he wants to change things.
"from now on we are all going to heal one another", he says.
We have to move tables around to make it look like things are changing.
Its warm weather outside and things are hotting up. I think about taking some of my clothes off to cool down, and then realise that I'm wearing a dress with these enormous stockings that are so big that they cover up the fact that I'm wearing a dress. I want to take these ridiculous stockings off but I don't want to expose the fact that I'm wearing a dress. My friends in the class see my dilemma and warn me that I'm at risk of getting beaten up if I go outside wearing the dress. I role down the stockings to see if I can come to some kinda compromise. No luck, I'm definitely wearing a dress. Its a green and yellow striped dress which comes to above the knees. It looks like I've even got breasts wearing this dress!
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I see my brother James playing a new tune to scragga. It starts off like this reggae tune but then becomes very wordy and vocal and looses the beat. I'm not sure what scragga is thinking....
Chased
I've been put into a hospital. I'm having medical experiments being done on me, something like removing my imagination. I escape out and in the process I sound the alarm! Oh shit! They're coming after me!
I travel along stealthily: I can see the car that is tracking me down, its on the other side of the playing field. They haven't seen me. Its dark.
I travel all night long trying to get as much distance as I can between me and them. Yet, in the morning I see from afar one of the cars again, and I get a sense, from the sudden turn in direction and speed, that they have seen me!
I must find a hide out. I'm at the edge of the park and there are some houses close by. I even think I could bury my self with leaves. I see a house that looks familiar and go inside, since I found the door to be unlocked. Some of my friends are inside, drinking cuppas and having a chat. "What's up?" One asks. "Oh nothing" I reply. I go up this stair case - it leads up a tower. The windows are these small slots, with stained glass- an orangey colour to them. I look out of a window and see them wandering across the playing field. I can see the car in the distance at the edge, they are looking in the direction of the house, and one of them glances up to the window. He looks like he's seen me, so I hide myself immediately. I feel like I got away with it, but then I find that they did see me in the tower! They have knocked on the door! They are coming up the stairs! I'm trapped, there is nowhere left to go!
Oh!! What relief! Its only my friends, they were playing some football on the playing field and wanted to come and see me!
I travel along stealthily: I can see the car that is tracking me down, its on the other side of the playing field. They haven't seen me. Its dark.
I travel all night long trying to get as much distance as I can between me and them. Yet, in the morning I see from afar one of the cars again, and I get a sense, from the sudden turn in direction and speed, that they have seen me!
I must find a hide out. I'm at the edge of the park and there are some houses close by. I even think I could bury my self with leaves. I see a house that looks familiar and go inside, since I found the door to be unlocked. Some of my friends are inside, drinking cuppas and having a chat. "What's up?" One asks. "Oh nothing" I reply. I go up this stair case - it leads up a tower. The windows are these small slots, with stained glass- an orangey colour to them. I look out of a window and see them wandering across the playing field. I can see the car in the distance at the edge, they are looking in the direction of the house, and one of them glances up to the window. He looks like he's seen me, so I hide myself immediately. I feel like I got away with it, but then I find that they did see me in the tower! They have knocked on the door! They are coming up the stairs! I'm trapped, there is nowhere left to go!
Oh!! What relief! Its only my friends, they were playing some football on the playing field and wanted to come and see me!
Monday, 10 May 2010
regarding the housing coop: where do we go from here?
I'm on my way to New roots. I've got a shift working there. I meet a poor asian lady outside living in a tiny room single room, she has a wounded sick child at her feet. I see the child has lost his legs, and the wounds are wrapped up and bloody bankets. It looks horrific to say the least. I give her bag of food, which I leave at the entrance to the room. She finds the bag and doesn't know who has put it there so she comes out looking for the person to return the food to... No its yours I tell her when she finds me " have it" I say. She looks into the shop, and becomes inquisitive as to what's inside... she now has a slightly better child and she comes into the shop to look around. So much food, I bet she's thinking... and its my work day and now there's an asian family in the shop, looking around, and the kid has wandered off somewhere, walking happily on two healthy legs....
The front of the shop has been made into a cafe sitting area. It just so happened that the shop had aways owned this front area but had never expanded it. Now there are round tables and chairs under a canopy to shelter them. There's also a new sign for the shop and a graffiti board for artists to put info and art about. Sara has stuck something up, a piece of art about A3 size that says something like Love or Love is the Way.
Outside the back of the shop is a playing field, and there's a big game of football going on. I get involved and get distracted to the point of not remembering to do my cooking shift at ten o'clock, - its raining but warm, and something magical is happening - the players are becoming super skilled..
Now I'm wandering back across the playing field, leaving the game un-finnished, to the classroom to get some work done. Back in the class room 3 or 4 of my friends are sat with an old guy who looks like a teacher. He's telling us about short story writing. He's been reading our attempts and is frustrated with the way we have been taught to write. So, now he just starts improvising us a story off the top of his head and tells me to write it down as I listen, "there was once a ..." I'm hearing the words but my pen doesn't want to write, and neither do my hands or my brain. I forget the words as soon as they have been spoken, and also my hands just can't seem to form the letters... I feel like its dyslexia or something very similar... The letters are such a mess...
".. Along the way we came across..." I'm hearing it but then it goes, and I write -loalgg ht ewwa.... No, its not working I say...
The old man is now Paul Grassick, from Porter valley Transition, and he decides to tell us stories of what he used to get up to when he was at school, and as a kid...
"We use to just wander out across the fields and not come back for sometimes days,... When I got a bit older I began to just hop rides on trains,,", yes, these stories he's telling us are good, I nod my head in approval to the others....now he shows us that he learnt this special way of writing stories, and making them sound really exciting by having many different ways of describing each situation - he writes down -"sometimes I".. And then writes "walk down, and "climb up" and "decide to" all next to the first word, - he's building stories like architecture - many layers, reading between the lines....
Now I've left the room and enter into a bigger classroom with more people in. I think its a maths class or a science class. I sit down, but am immediately bored to death so I leave to go back to the other room, the story room. My friends that were in there have changed and now there are a few people playing christian hippy rock songs. I recognise t melody, and think I could join in since its better than maths and science, but then I don't like the words or the people singing them much.. So I leave this situation as well.
The front of the shop has been made into a cafe sitting area. It just so happened that the shop had aways owned this front area but had never expanded it. Now there are round tables and chairs under a canopy to shelter them. There's also a new sign for the shop and a graffiti board for artists to put info and art about. Sara has stuck something up, a piece of art about A3 size that says something like Love or Love is the Way.
Outside the back of the shop is a playing field, and there's a big game of football going on. I get involved and get distracted to the point of not remembering to do my cooking shift at ten o'clock, - its raining but warm, and something magical is happening - the players are becoming super skilled..
Now I'm wandering back across the playing field, leaving the game un-finnished, to the classroom to get some work done. Back in the class room 3 or 4 of my friends are sat with an old guy who looks like a teacher. He's telling us about short story writing. He's been reading our attempts and is frustrated with the way we have been taught to write. So, now he just starts improvising us a story off the top of his head and tells me to write it down as I listen, "there was once a ..." I'm hearing the words but my pen doesn't want to write, and neither do my hands or my brain. I forget the words as soon as they have been spoken, and also my hands just can't seem to form the letters... I feel like its dyslexia or something very similar... The letters are such a mess...
".. Along the way we came across..." I'm hearing it but then it goes, and I write -loalgg ht ewwa.... No, its not working I say...
The old man is now Paul Grassick, from Porter valley Transition, and he decides to tell us stories of what he used to get up to when he was at school, and as a kid...
"We use to just wander out across the fields and not come back for sometimes days,... When I got a bit older I began to just hop rides on trains,,", yes, these stories he's telling us are good, I nod my head in approval to the others....now he shows us that he learnt this special way of writing stories, and making them sound really exciting by having many different ways of describing each situation - he writes down -"sometimes I".. And then writes "walk down, and "climb up" and "decide to" all next to the first word, - he's building stories like architecture - many layers, reading between the lines....
Now I've left the room and enter into a bigger classroom with more people in. I think its a maths class or a science class. I sit down, but am immediately bored to death so I leave to go back to the other room, the story room. My friends that were in there have changed and now there are a few people playing christian hippy rock songs. I recognise t melody, and think I could join in since its better than maths and science, but then I don't like the words or the people singing them much.. So I leave this situation as well.
Sunday, 9 May 2010
on asking the question "how best can i help the environmental health the planet".
I'm with giles from coed and this lady. We are driving in a van to intercept this council van carrying leaves. We have been given this tip off that if we can contact them they will drop off all there leaves on our land on the community. We don't manage to stop the van, despite giles's wild driving efforts.
Our community hall is up on the north facing side of the mayfield valley. Its a thriving hub of activity and celebration and education in sustainable living and the arts.
We drive back in our van. When we get back, via a very long way round, giles cursing all the way the useless plants that don't do anything, like laylandia hedges and privet, and spruce, we stop in the car park and get out to a thriving hive of activity.
I wander through our center. Different rooms come off to different sides. A lady wearing very tight clothing around her body tells me some advice about what I can do, which I listen to. Perhaps just because of how she looks!
I enter into one room and see Richard behind a counter. He is selling crystals and ornamental crafted things. There's a little crowd of people standing around as he talks to us, showing us these crystals and painted ornaments. These ones, he's saying, he's giving away for free. He talks almost as if we are not there, as if he were in a world of his own. On taking the plate off him a few of the delicate ornaments and chrystals fall onto the counter, breaking a few of them.
Ahh be careful! Richard says. But not in an angry voice. "Don't you see how delicate they are? Its as if they were made by GOD or something" which he now says, in a very sarcastic voice.
"Well they are only rocks and things after all." I say.
I take a largish round crystal with me for using in some healing ceremony. Despite what I've just said, I feel that this crystal will be useful to me in creating this healing to happen.
I wander on throughout our center. I get the feeling that there are some exams going on somewhere but I can't say for sure...
Our community hall is up on the north facing side of the mayfield valley. Its a thriving hub of activity and celebration and education in sustainable living and the arts.
We drive back in our van. When we get back, via a very long way round, giles cursing all the way the useless plants that don't do anything, like laylandia hedges and privet, and spruce, we stop in the car park and get out to a thriving hive of activity.
I wander through our center. Different rooms come off to different sides. A lady wearing very tight clothing around her body tells me some advice about what I can do, which I listen to. Perhaps just because of how she looks!
I enter into one room and see Richard behind a counter. He is selling crystals and ornamental crafted things. There's a little crowd of people standing around as he talks to us, showing us these crystals and painted ornaments. These ones, he's saying, he's giving away for free. He talks almost as if we are not there, as if he were in a world of his own. On taking the plate off him a few of the delicate ornaments and chrystals fall onto the counter, breaking a few of them.
Ahh be careful! Richard says. But not in an angry voice. "Don't you see how delicate they are? Its as if they were made by GOD or something" which he now says, in a very sarcastic voice.
"Well they are only rocks and things after all." I say.
I take a largish round crystal with me for using in some healing ceremony. Despite what I've just said, I feel that this crystal will be useful to me in creating this healing to happen.
I wander on throughout our center. I get the feeling that there are some exams going on somewhere but I can't say for sure...
Saturday, 8 May 2010
an old dream from a month back...
Last night I had many dreams all woven into a rich adventure thriller epic... It starts in the murky depths of a game that I'm playing with friends, which I have been playing for years and years.....
We are travelling through woodlands that are familiar. These we have see grow up around us as kids. All is the same as we remember it, but the plants have been changing places with other plants. The game is hide and seek, and we are playing it while we make this long journey from one place to another.
Now I'm with my Grandfathers tools, I've found them and I need to look after them. They will help me in the game. Soon it will be the last level and these tools are essential to completing it. I'm waiting at a cafe for something to happen, something to change... Years and years go by...
Now its the last level... I know because of the strange air in the place, every moment counts. We are practising our climbing; I'm with a bunch of friends from leeds and we are sharing skills before the really hard work comes. These are my friends from cornerstone housing cooperative. They are telling me about a fruit tree planting that they did in a big field and a poly tunnel that they installed at the back of their land in the woodland. They show me the overhead design and we watch a video all about the design. Now they are showing me this new house that they are going to convert into another housing coop house. Its surrounded by woods and is falling down, but it will b worth it once it is done. They say it is near a good music scene, which makes up for the fact that it is in a bad area of leeds, full of crime and drug addicts. We go and visit the fruit trees that have been planted. A burst pipe is flooding the field, and what were once well planted trees, are now struggling to survive. One tree had fallen down altogether, though it was still alive. Daniele picks it up and begins to replant it. We find the drain pipe. I think it may be a channelled spring but then Christopher tells us its just a bust water mains pipe. Don't drink from it! I get too close and nearly get washed away.
Its the last level: I come back to the new house and practice climbing up first. This is part of the game- we need to get good at climbing. Christopher helps me get up the first bit; its not so bad as I though, despite being dangerous without ropes. I thank him for helping me because when one is nervous its allot harder to climb and so more dangerous. Helping me is making it safer.
Ii become aware of my sun tanned limbs gripping the strange shapes of the wall. I sense that time is running out and I need to hurry up. Friends are following me from behind, and up here on the building we are exposed and can be seen. I'm now on a ledge - I've come to a stop and in order to get to the next bit I have to push button to unlock a safe high up in the wall, to get key to make the ledge become wider so we can walk onwards. I know this because I've played this game many times before. I get the key - alarms are sounding! The flying police know we are here on the ledge! We have to hurry.. We can here their sirens getting closer in the distance. we have not got much time. I jump and grab on to a bit of ledge with my hands, I'm almost in the safe bit, but its so hard, pulling myself up. I feel so exposed hanging here......
We are travelling through woodlands that are familiar. These we have see grow up around us as kids. All is the same as we remember it, but the plants have been changing places with other plants. The game is hide and seek, and we are playing it while we make this long journey from one place to another.
Now I'm with my Grandfathers tools, I've found them and I need to look after them. They will help me in the game. Soon it will be the last level and these tools are essential to completing it. I'm waiting at a cafe for something to happen, something to change... Years and years go by...
Now its the last level... I know because of the strange air in the place, every moment counts. We are practising our climbing; I'm with a bunch of friends from leeds and we are sharing skills before the really hard work comes. These are my friends from cornerstone housing cooperative. They are telling me about a fruit tree planting that they did in a big field and a poly tunnel that they installed at the back of their land in the woodland. They show me the overhead design and we watch a video all about the design. Now they are showing me this new house that they are going to convert into another housing coop house. Its surrounded by woods and is falling down, but it will b worth it once it is done. They say it is near a good music scene, which makes up for the fact that it is in a bad area of leeds, full of crime and drug addicts. We go and visit the fruit trees that have been planted. A burst pipe is flooding the field, and what were once well planted trees, are now struggling to survive. One tree had fallen down altogether, though it was still alive. Daniele picks it up and begins to replant it. We find the drain pipe. I think it may be a channelled spring but then Christopher tells us its just a bust water mains pipe. Don't drink from it! I get too close and nearly get washed away.
Its the last level: I come back to the new house and practice climbing up first. This is part of the game- we need to get good at climbing. Christopher helps me get up the first bit; its not so bad as I though, despite being dangerous without ropes. I thank him for helping me because when one is nervous its allot harder to climb and so more dangerous. Helping me is making it safer.
Ii become aware of my sun tanned limbs gripping the strange shapes of the wall. I sense that time is running out and I need to hurry up. Friends are following me from behind, and up here on the building we are exposed and can be seen. I'm now on a ledge - I've come to a stop and in order to get to the next bit I have to push button to unlock a safe high up in the wall, to get key to make the ledge become wider so we can walk onwards. I know this because I've played this game many times before. I get the key - alarms are sounding! The flying police know we are here on the ledge! We have to hurry.. We can here their sirens getting closer in the distance. we have not got much time. I jump and grab on to a bit of ledge with my hands, I'm almost in the safe bit, but its so hard, pulling myself up. I feel so exposed hanging here......
I'm at a gathering, and all of my friends are there. I'm sat at the front of everyone, as if on stage, and everyone is clapping and cheering me. They are telling me how wonderful i am, and its so moving that i cant help but cry! I here this amazing music that they start playing spontaneously for me. This feels amazing! everyone should know what it feels like to be treated like this once in a while. What have i done, thay would make them want to treat me like such a guest of honour? i simply cant see.... one sound attracts me more than any of the others - this string guitar sound. i follow the sound and it leads me to a female musician playing this instrument that looks like a cross between a lyre and a mandolin and a harp. It has these deep base strings like the harp does but its played in a different posture since its not as big as a harp. The deep base strings run right through me, reverberating my soul.....
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Now I'm with my friend Rosa. I am telling her about this course that I've seen advertised about this new healing method that can cure terrible illnesses that plague humanity. She looks at me with doubt, as expected she would at such a proposal.
" but you see.." I'm telling her, "it says on the poster that only those who have had the MMR vaccine can come along. So they can't all be airy fairy hippies talking homeopathic mumbo jumbo!"
"Yes," she says, "but you don't know about whats going on in hospitals these days. Have you heard about the increase in the amount of muscularopathists? theres thousands of these new wackos who are like the new homeopaths. They are trying to be all scientific, but its still a load of rubbish!"
What shes saying to me seems to be making sense, but since I'm not one to question things in her way, i can't immediately put the poster in the rubbish pile yet....
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I'm traveling through the Scottish highlands, with my parents and family. Rosa is also with us. She is talking about something, maybe still criticising mumbo jumbo "alternative" therapies.... I'm not sure.... my attention is too busy with the amazing views through the window. Huge rolling ancient hills, deep browns and purples, an ancient timeless air to the place....
"wow! look at that wall" i interrupt her in mid flow... She stops and looks.
The Wall is about 70 meters high and about 1 meter wide and about 200 yds long. What the hell is this wall doing out here? its made out of enormous concrete blocks, cemented together, like giant breeze blocks....
As we drive we see more of these walls. Why the hell are they still standing? some of them are so narrow at the base, its unreal the way they haven't fallen down... I see one wall that is balanced on one single concrete block - supporting hundreds of them above, as if it were being mysteriously held up by strings.
"its as if they are floating in mid air" i say in amazement. And then as if by magic, we see giant blocks floating in mid are with nothing holding them up. And not just blocks now, but old factory chimneys and bits of factories are appearing in med air, the sunset sky behind these giant floating architectural objects...
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I'm with dad. Hes taking me on a trip to this famous forest in England that is nearly all one tree, this very special tree that is from newzealand. When we get there i see the tree. it looks like a pine tree with its very straight trunk, but also like a monkey puzzle tree, but more compact like a cypress tree. Its very dark green on the branches and leaves, which are held very close to the branch, and the trunk is a very dark Brown, almost black colour.
I climb up the tree, and at the top (this is only a baby one, about 4 meters tall) i look down from above. The pattern is totally amazing. Dad has climbed up as well, and hes telling me about the forest.
"it was planted by this guy who came back from Newzealand and wanted to spread this tree because its so useful to wildlife. Its got these amazing fruits on it" . he proceeds to pick one off, snapping off this banana like shape but smaller and pealing it and eating a bit, before offering it to me. He continues "this forest is different from other monoculture forests - it doesn't lack diver city from there being only one tree. Most other monoculture forests are poor for wild life but not this one. The wood is really hard and fast growing and straight; perfect for building. And it improves the soil and has the feel of an ancient woodland, even though its only about 300 years old."
I have tasted the fruit, which is sweet and bananay tasting, and now I'm looking for one to pick my self. I find these little red berries on the tree that are about hte size of cherries, and have a spidery pattern on the skin. I taste one, and its is the most amazing citrusy explosion that ive ever tasted. It seems this tree has multiple types of fruit... Now im looking for more, to give to the biggins children who are now standing around the tree. i cant find any and am about to give up, when all of a sudden the tree grows a whole load more berries, this time a little smaller and pinker and yellower coloured. I pick them to give to Anna and Elizabeth who are keen to try them.
" taste these" i say, handing them to them....
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Now I'm with my friend Rosa. I am telling her about this course that I've seen advertised about this new healing method that can cure terrible illnesses that plague humanity. She looks at me with doubt, as expected she would at such a proposal.
" but you see.." I'm telling her, "it says on the poster that only those who have had the MMR vaccine can come along. So they can't all be airy fairy hippies talking homeopathic mumbo jumbo!"
"Yes," she says, "but you don't know about whats going on in hospitals these days. Have you heard about the increase in the amount of muscularopathists? theres thousands of these new wackos who are like the new homeopaths. They are trying to be all scientific, but its still a load of rubbish!"
What shes saying to me seems to be making sense, but since I'm not one to question things in her way, i can't immediately put the poster in the rubbish pile yet....
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I'm traveling through the Scottish highlands, with my parents and family. Rosa is also with us. She is talking about something, maybe still criticising mumbo jumbo "alternative" therapies.... I'm not sure.... my attention is too busy with the amazing views through the window. Huge rolling ancient hills, deep browns and purples, an ancient timeless air to the place....
"wow! look at that wall" i interrupt her in mid flow... She stops and looks.
The Wall is about 70 meters high and about 1 meter wide and about 200 yds long. What the hell is this wall doing out here? its made out of enormous concrete blocks, cemented together, like giant breeze blocks....
As we drive we see more of these walls. Why the hell are they still standing? some of them are so narrow at the base, its unreal the way they haven't fallen down... I see one wall that is balanced on one single concrete block - supporting hundreds of them above, as if it were being mysteriously held up by strings.
"its as if they are floating in mid air" i say in amazement. And then as if by magic, we see giant blocks floating in mid are with nothing holding them up. And not just blocks now, but old factory chimneys and bits of factories are appearing in med air, the sunset sky behind these giant floating architectural objects...
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I'm with dad. Hes taking me on a trip to this famous forest in England that is nearly all one tree, this very special tree that is from newzealand. When we get there i see the tree. it looks like a pine tree with its very straight trunk, but also like a monkey puzzle tree, but more compact like a cypress tree. Its very dark green on the branches and leaves, which are held very close to the branch, and the trunk is a very dark Brown, almost black colour.
I climb up the tree, and at the top (this is only a baby one, about 4 meters tall) i look down from above. The pattern is totally amazing. Dad has climbed up as well, and hes telling me about the forest.
"it was planted by this guy who came back from Newzealand and wanted to spread this tree because its so useful to wildlife. Its got these amazing fruits on it" . he proceeds to pick one off, snapping off this banana like shape but smaller and pealing it and eating a bit, before offering it to me. He continues "this forest is different from other monoculture forests - it doesn't lack diver city from there being only one tree. Most other monoculture forests are poor for wild life but not this one. The wood is really hard and fast growing and straight; perfect for building. And it improves the soil and has the feel of an ancient woodland, even though its only about 300 years old."
I have tasted the fruit, which is sweet and bananay tasting, and now I'm looking for one to pick my self. I find these little red berries on the tree that are about hte size of cherries, and have a spidery pattern on the skin. I taste one, and its is the most amazing citrusy explosion that ive ever tasted. It seems this tree has multiple types of fruit... Now im looking for more, to give to the biggins children who are now standing around the tree. i cant find any and am about to give up, when all of a sudden the tree grows a whole load more berries, this time a little smaller and pinker and yellower coloured. I pick them to give to Anna and Elizabeth who are keen to try them.
" taste these" i say, handing them to them....
Thursday, 6 May 2010
three dreams in a night
I meet Richard cutting his St George cauliflowers on St George day! How like Richard! He’s wearing a green and red cap and looking like a little elf! Very magical!
He’s cutting the cauliflower to give to me to taste. I am very impressed at his growing and so to show my respect I pretend to take my hat of to him (im not wearing a hat) and bow. He is clearly pleased at this.
He begins talking about the weather and season and how its been so far; this crop, that crop, how we’ve just pulled through with certain things and how theres more difficulties to come.
As hes talking he’s also picking a few other things for me to try, and he asks if a want some bread. Oo yeah! I’m starving! So he cuts some crusty wholesome looking bread and toasts it and then puts some butter on it for me, which melts into the bread. Perfect!
Its nice being treated this way – toast, fresh cauliflower and salad, and good conversation, just like the good ol’ days!
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Now i'm with dad and James. We are walking on a new site that dad has been working on. It’s a large area of recreation ground in north Sheffield. We see a new tennis court that has been done, and many more that are in the process of being made. It was previously a patch of waste land and now its being done up for people to play sports and games. We walk past the tennis place and onto the new golf course that they are landscaping. There are amazing views from here of all round Sheffield; one can see the different valleys stretching away into the distance. Down at the bottom of the first valley is a big reservoir.
Propa Sheffield!
As we walk, we are told by a man with a hard hat on to be careful for flying rocks.
Dad talks to me a James while we walk.
“ I want to talk you out here to look at the rock formations – just look! They are like giant sculptures! Sedimentary sandstone and grit stone boulders that have been worn away by millions of years of time. They stand out against the sky line like massive faces or abstract beings, watching the passing of time.”
We have now walked to an area at the edge of the golf course which has these massive rocks; they are every where. – just like out at Stannage or Burbage, or Higgator.
As we wander further down the hill to the lake, some massive rocks come tumbling down the slope towards us. We can see them coming so have plenty of time to get out of the way. We watch then roll all the way down and into the reservoir at the bottom with a massive splash. Even at this safe distance, it’s a bit scary; these rocks are massive – they have crushed everything in there path. Anyone hit by one of these wouldn’t have a chance, I think to my self…
And another one, even bigger than the last one, a big as a car come crashing down toward us! Splash!
“This corner of sheffield” dad is saying, “is nestled in the countryside, in its own unique micro climate. Its like a pocket inside a pocket. What a great place it would be to live”
I have to agree with him. This is a south facing slope were standing on and there's so much beauty out here….
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Im reading Simon's homework with my mind. – Hes writing about English grammar –
“Hows yous ?” –
As opposed to “ how are you?” this shows how people im-personalize their language to make it more personal. The “yous” is suggesting a plural – more than one, so it can sound like your speaking to more than one you – individual – but instead, because the language its self is “incorrect” it helps one feel more addressed in conversation, since its not the conventional way of speaking.
I keep reading things into his homework… he doesn’t know i'm doing it. It seems to jump randomly from one thing to another. I know that hes just saying things to keep the teachers happy. Just like I did when I was at school doing my GCSEs!
He’s cutting the cauliflower to give to me to taste. I am very impressed at his growing and so to show my respect I pretend to take my hat of to him (im not wearing a hat) and bow. He is clearly pleased at this.
He begins talking about the weather and season and how its been so far; this crop, that crop, how we’ve just pulled through with certain things and how theres more difficulties to come.
As hes talking he’s also picking a few other things for me to try, and he asks if a want some bread. Oo yeah! I’m starving! So he cuts some crusty wholesome looking bread and toasts it and then puts some butter on it for me, which melts into the bread. Perfect!
Its nice being treated this way – toast, fresh cauliflower and salad, and good conversation, just like the good ol’ days!
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Now i'm with dad and James. We are walking on a new site that dad has been working on. It’s a large area of recreation ground in north Sheffield. We see a new tennis court that has been done, and many more that are in the process of being made. It was previously a patch of waste land and now its being done up for people to play sports and games. We walk past the tennis place and onto the new golf course that they are landscaping. There are amazing views from here of all round Sheffield; one can see the different valleys stretching away into the distance. Down at the bottom of the first valley is a big reservoir.
Propa Sheffield!
As we walk, we are told by a man with a hard hat on to be careful for flying rocks.
Dad talks to me a James while we walk.
“ I want to talk you out here to look at the rock formations – just look! They are like giant sculptures! Sedimentary sandstone and grit stone boulders that have been worn away by millions of years of time. They stand out against the sky line like massive faces or abstract beings, watching the passing of time.”
We have now walked to an area at the edge of the golf course which has these massive rocks; they are every where. – just like out at Stannage or Burbage, or Higgator.
As we wander further down the hill to the lake, some massive rocks come tumbling down the slope towards us. We can see them coming so have plenty of time to get out of the way. We watch then roll all the way down and into the reservoir at the bottom with a massive splash. Even at this safe distance, it’s a bit scary; these rocks are massive – they have crushed everything in there path. Anyone hit by one of these wouldn’t have a chance, I think to my self…
And another one, even bigger than the last one, a big as a car come crashing down toward us! Splash!
“This corner of sheffield” dad is saying, “is nestled in the countryside, in its own unique micro climate. Its like a pocket inside a pocket. What a great place it would be to live”
I have to agree with him. This is a south facing slope were standing on and there's so much beauty out here….
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Im reading Simon's homework with my mind. – Hes writing about English grammar –
“Hows yous ?” –
As opposed to “ how are you?” this shows how people im-personalize their language to make it more personal. The “yous” is suggesting a plural – more than one, so it can sound like your speaking to more than one you – individual – but instead, because the language its self is “incorrect” it helps one feel more addressed in conversation, since its not the conventional way of speaking.
I keep reading things into his homework… he doesn’t know i'm doing it. It seems to jump randomly from one thing to another. I know that hes just saying things to keep the teachers happy. Just like I did when I was at school doing my GCSEs!
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
Magic machine
I'm in an abandoned warehouse, with friends. We are exploring the possibilities of having parties here. Its perfect. On a little hill surrounded by the city. All of a sudden the police have seen us. They have surrounded the hill with there police cars so that we cant escape. We are told through megaphones to exit the building. On the way out we find secret passageways, and think that we can escape the police from catching us. We hear that they have entered the building and are coming to get us! We must get out soon….
Now i'm wandering around an old abandoned school building. I don’t know what happened to the police, but they are not to be seen. We are exploring all the rooms. We come to a room way high up, the very last room at the end of a long high corridor. It’s a magic room, and has magical symbols on the door. We enter, and inside there is this giant machine. Its also alive and can talk to us. It asks us what we want. It tells us it can grant us wishes. There are three of us, and we all start thinking about what wishes we would like to come true… one of my friends asks for things to never change and never be different. “Oh no! you cant ask for that!” The machine tells us ! – it all goes wrong! Now the alarms have been sounded and red lights are flashing. We have gota get out, as fast as possible.
Im on the allotment planting garlic and perennial leeks.
Now i'm wandering around an old abandoned school building. I don’t know what happened to the police, but they are not to be seen. We are exploring all the rooms. We come to a room way high up, the very last room at the end of a long high corridor. It’s a magic room, and has magical symbols on the door. We enter, and inside there is this giant machine. Its also alive and can talk to us. It asks us what we want. It tells us it can grant us wishes. There are three of us, and we all start thinking about what wishes we would like to come true… one of my friends asks for things to never change and never be different. “Oh no! you cant ask for that!” The machine tells us ! – it all goes wrong! Now the alarms have been sounded and red lights are flashing. We have gota get out, as fast as possible.
Im on the allotment planting garlic and perennial leeks.
sex in biblical times
I'm in a church after a party. We are tidying up. Mum and Joe are there. I’ve left an organ key down – the tone is sounding out, and so I go to turn it off. On the way I see James and Marie and go over to them for a chat. We talk about what life must have been like in bible times… I question something they tell me, - a question we are discussing about what sex would have been like in biblical times.. surely it would be totally different to nowadays…
The Fox
I'm at home, and all is well, but where are the ducks and the hens? We search the garden but not one can be found! Last night it seems, a fox broke into the duck and hen house and got the lot! When I go over to the duck and hen house, a fox runs out at me, jaws growling at me, with a fire in its eyes of the merciless hunter…
archeology
Im at a big old house in the countryside. Im teaching some food growing courses here. I meet an old man, who is looking very stern and grumpy. I think that hes been living here all his life…
Now, im back in Sheffield. I meet Kristina at my parents house. She is really pissed off and upset with me. She tells me its because shes been listening to my radio shows and tells me that some of the things that I said on them were really bad. She thinks im a freak now! From some of things ive said, she tells me, ive created a bad impression of myself, and put lots of people off gardening and vegetable growing, which is what the shows were trying to promote.
I meet Simon and Tim up on the allotment. We have taken on this new site. Tim has been doing some amazing digging. He has un-covered these newish looking breeze block walls, six foot underground. Its an entire archeological dig that he has uncovered, an entire network of buildings under a whole field! It’s a massive job. Simon has come along to help him uncover these walls. I feel that we can use these walls to build things with, like poly tunnels and greenhouses. I mention about getting some polytunnel plastic on them.
Now its snowing! Snow, snow, snow! Covering the ground!!!
Now, im back in Sheffield. I meet Kristina at my parents house. She is really pissed off and upset with me. She tells me its because shes been listening to my radio shows and tells me that some of the things that I said on them were really bad. She thinks im a freak now! From some of things ive said, she tells me, ive created a bad impression of myself, and put lots of people off gardening and vegetable growing, which is what the shows were trying to promote.
I meet Simon and Tim up on the allotment. We have taken on this new site. Tim has been doing some amazing digging. He has un-covered these newish looking breeze block walls, six foot underground. Its an entire archeological dig that he has uncovered, an entire network of buildings under a whole field! It’s a massive job. Simon has come along to help him uncover these walls. I feel that we can use these walls to build things with, like poly tunnels and greenhouses. I mention about getting some polytunnel plastic on them.
Now its snowing! Snow, snow, snow! Covering the ground!!!
a series of dreams: april 17th
Im with Conor. We are arranging to have a meeting, what house we will meet at, what road; all the details. We start talking about what astronomical events we want to align with. – when we begin to think about it, I loose my ability to talk. It all becomes too much for words…
Other friends turn up. They bring photos with them of past gatherings. These photos have a magical effect, and make a gathering happen before our eyes.
Now im with Charley, my bee friend from Coed Hills. She has become an amazing jazz singer. Im really impressed with the singing. She finished the song shouting her head off!
Im now traveling from Grannies house back to Sheffield. Im traveling belly down on a skateboard. I really need a poo! Oh no! its too late! I’ve pooed myself! The skateboard gets stuck in the leaf-mold that’s in the path. Now i'm in a woodland. Its ok now, that i've pooed myself, cos there is no-one around and there's nothing to be ashamed about. I can clean it off with the leaves I think to myself. Its actually quite a funny situation! Im now getting to the allotment. I'm looking for planks on the way, so that I can make some more raised beds.
I meet a person on the way to the allotment. He tells me that a storm is coming. Now im no longer heading to the allotment, but instead I am heading to a camp up the valley at a point surrounded by mountains. Ive got to bring this message about the storm to my friends who are camping up there. I arrive at the camp and allready the skys are looking stormy… the wind is rising and there a looming dark purple clouds heading our way at rapid speed. One of the tents gets caught in gust of wind and we have to grab it and hold it down to stop it getting blown away. I manage to grab it and so does James my brother and then a few others join in and soon we manage to get it re-secured to the ground. I feel very proud and strong.
Then a big flash of lightning occurs and we hear loud thunder. We know its on its way and we start imagining the worst. I see in my minds eye people parachuting down out of the sky in the storm, getting blown this way and that, totally on a whim to the weather. As they drop through the sky I see some of them fall to the ground with broken parachutes. We can expect one or two to die…
James, my bro, has now become a leader and is too busy to be holding tents down, so I take over with getting the tents secure…. I hope I can get them down before the storm comes…
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I wake at five with this dream, then fall back to sleep and enter this dream.
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Im at a dance on a school trip. Its come to the end and we have to leave and get in the bus to go back to the school. I get dropped off on the way back, and in the process of leaving the bus I remember ive left something where I was sitting so try to get back onto the bus to get it. It’s a hat. This girl that I upset on the bus locks the bus so that I cant get back on to get my hat. I go round the back of the bus to get on there and she locks that too. It seems she is determined to stop me getting on the bus. Oh well, its only a hat! I can leave it behind. I must have done something really awful that upset her badly…. I cant think what that must have been.
Im now at a party. Its getting towards the end of the night, and im feeling tired and low. This girl I was with had to leave me and im feeling upset that im not with anyone. This new girl sees me feeling down and lonely and comes over, just as im putting myself to bed. She climbs into bed with me, and then asks if im comfortable. I say yes. She asks me what im up to tomorrow. I tell her that tomorrow is a day for doing nothing. She smiles. I probably do need to do something tomorrow, but right now, id rather not think about tomorrow. Im so comfortable hear next to this girl. As I get more comfortable, I take off my many layers of clothing that im wearing, and she does the same. Her underwear is this red and black dress, and I can now feel her skin touching me. I put my arm round her and she is all sweaty, and unpleasant to touch. This is not so nice as I’d imagined it to be! She puts her leg around my waste – this is something shes clearly experience with, shes thinking – “now were gona have sex” – now this other girl comes into view – one of her friends. She tells her that shes gota sort it out, that shes been flirting too much, and shouldn’t be doing this to me. I'm no longer feeling it, now that I know that i'm being watched. It all feels wrong. There's heavy rock music going on and I don’t want to be here. The girl with her leg round me gets off me and puts some more clothes on and goes over to the other girl, her friend, and gets into an argument with her. They say things I cant remember, and then they part, the girl first girl leaving the situation, leaving me with her friend, the second girl. She looks really upset. I go over to her. I ask her how shes feeling. She says shes just got to look in her bag for a minute. She exaggerating her feelings – I can see that. As the heavy rock music continues, I try to comfort her, and think ~maybe this girl isn't as bad as the first?” She is no better – she just wants sex, nothing more – all the fake tears and looking in her bag is just a trick to seduce me! I leave and think lets just keep on dancing to the music. Now the music is not so bad….
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Im with a friend. We are on a walk through the park, and all of a sudden a police car drives into view. My friend gets all panicky, and starts running, for what reason, I cant think. Hes got nothing to hide. I run after him – “why are you running?” I ask. “now look what you’ve done- they are driving after us now, cos they saw you running! You don’t have anything to hide on you, do you?”
“we actually I do – ive got all this weed!” he replies.
“Oh shit! Now were in for it!” I say.
We are hiding on this bank, while one police car, and another circle around looking for us. We crouch down into a bush and wait and wait. We dare not move. It slowly gets dark… we wait all through the night, as we can still here the police cars driving round and can see there lights… soon they will get the dogs out and then we’ll be in for it!
Just a dusk we get up and move – there's a gap.
“hey why don’t you just chuck it in a hedge?” – why didn’t I ask this to him before?
“ive got more back at home” he says. “If they find me they will search the house.”
“Oh!” this is such a fucked up situation! Now, at dawn, we can hear the helicopter coming and we see infra red lights and all sorts flashing around us… “lets get back to the house asap to get this sorted out!”
We get back to the house without being seen. Lets hope that they will give up the search….
Other friends turn up. They bring photos with them of past gatherings. These photos have a magical effect, and make a gathering happen before our eyes.
Now im with Charley, my bee friend from Coed Hills. She has become an amazing jazz singer. Im really impressed with the singing. She finished the song shouting her head off!
Im now traveling from Grannies house back to Sheffield. Im traveling belly down on a skateboard. I really need a poo! Oh no! its too late! I’ve pooed myself! The skateboard gets stuck in the leaf-mold that’s in the path. Now i'm in a woodland. Its ok now, that i've pooed myself, cos there is no-one around and there's nothing to be ashamed about. I can clean it off with the leaves I think to myself. Its actually quite a funny situation! Im now getting to the allotment. I'm looking for planks on the way, so that I can make some more raised beds.
I meet a person on the way to the allotment. He tells me that a storm is coming. Now im no longer heading to the allotment, but instead I am heading to a camp up the valley at a point surrounded by mountains. Ive got to bring this message about the storm to my friends who are camping up there. I arrive at the camp and allready the skys are looking stormy… the wind is rising and there a looming dark purple clouds heading our way at rapid speed. One of the tents gets caught in gust of wind and we have to grab it and hold it down to stop it getting blown away. I manage to grab it and so does James my brother and then a few others join in and soon we manage to get it re-secured to the ground. I feel very proud and strong.
Then a big flash of lightning occurs and we hear loud thunder. We know its on its way and we start imagining the worst. I see in my minds eye people parachuting down out of the sky in the storm, getting blown this way and that, totally on a whim to the weather. As they drop through the sky I see some of them fall to the ground with broken parachutes. We can expect one or two to die…
James, my bro, has now become a leader and is too busy to be holding tents down, so I take over with getting the tents secure…. I hope I can get them down before the storm comes…
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I wake at five with this dream, then fall back to sleep and enter this dream.
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Im at a dance on a school trip. Its come to the end and we have to leave and get in the bus to go back to the school. I get dropped off on the way back, and in the process of leaving the bus I remember ive left something where I was sitting so try to get back onto the bus to get it. It’s a hat. This girl that I upset on the bus locks the bus so that I cant get back on to get my hat. I go round the back of the bus to get on there and she locks that too. It seems she is determined to stop me getting on the bus. Oh well, its only a hat! I can leave it behind. I must have done something really awful that upset her badly…. I cant think what that must have been.
Im now at a party. Its getting towards the end of the night, and im feeling tired and low. This girl I was with had to leave me and im feeling upset that im not with anyone. This new girl sees me feeling down and lonely and comes over, just as im putting myself to bed. She climbs into bed with me, and then asks if im comfortable. I say yes. She asks me what im up to tomorrow. I tell her that tomorrow is a day for doing nothing. She smiles. I probably do need to do something tomorrow, but right now, id rather not think about tomorrow. Im so comfortable hear next to this girl. As I get more comfortable, I take off my many layers of clothing that im wearing, and she does the same. Her underwear is this red and black dress, and I can now feel her skin touching me. I put my arm round her and she is all sweaty, and unpleasant to touch. This is not so nice as I’d imagined it to be! She puts her leg around my waste – this is something shes clearly experience with, shes thinking – “now were gona have sex” – now this other girl comes into view – one of her friends. She tells her that shes gota sort it out, that shes been flirting too much, and shouldn’t be doing this to me. I'm no longer feeling it, now that I know that i'm being watched. It all feels wrong. There's heavy rock music going on and I don’t want to be here. The girl with her leg round me gets off me and puts some more clothes on and goes over to the other girl, her friend, and gets into an argument with her. They say things I cant remember, and then they part, the girl first girl leaving the situation, leaving me with her friend, the second girl. She looks really upset. I go over to her. I ask her how shes feeling. She says shes just got to look in her bag for a minute. She exaggerating her feelings – I can see that. As the heavy rock music continues, I try to comfort her, and think ~maybe this girl isn't as bad as the first?” She is no better – she just wants sex, nothing more – all the fake tears and looking in her bag is just a trick to seduce me! I leave and think lets just keep on dancing to the music. Now the music is not so bad….
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Im with a friend. We are on a walk through the park, and all of a sudden a police car drives into view. My friend gets all panicky, and starts running, for what reason, I cant think. Hes got nothing to hide. I run after him – “why are you running?” I ask. “now look what you’ve done- they are driving after us now, cos they saw you running! You don’t have anything to hide on you, do you?”
“we actually I do – ive got all this weed!” he replies.
“Oh shit! Now were in for it!” I say.
We are hiding on this bank, while one police car, and another circle around looking for us. We crouch down into a bush and wait and wait. We dare not move. It slowly gets dark… we wait all through the night, as we can still here the police cars driving round and can see there lights… soon they will get the dogs out and then we’ll be in for it!
Just a dusk we get up and move – there's a gap.
“hey why don’t you just chuck it in a hedge?” – why didn’t I ask this to him before?
“ive got more back at home” he says. “If they find me they will search the house.”
“Oh!” this is such a fucked up situation! Now, at dawn, we can hear the helicopter coming and we see infra red lights and all sorts flashing around us… “lets get back to the house asap to get this sorted out!”
We get back to the house without being seen. Lets hope that they will give up the search….
14th april dream
We are in a ritual celebration, in which lots of people are joining in. Ruth is one of the main organizers of the ritual and she is looking increadibly happy; the smile on her face shows it all. She sees something others cant see…
At the celebration ritual I wander into a room; Darius is here ! Oh what Joy! I haven't seen him in ages! We hug and I’m so happy I start crying! He looks a little different from what I remember him as. Hal is there too, and we also hug but this hug is a more forceful hug: a good slap on the back,
Now i'm on a journey through the city. I meet a wise man who is in a richly decorated building. He doesn’t have the information I’m looking for, so I move on. Next I meet a builder, He is living on the next street down, in a more conventional house. I meet him working outside. He also doesn’t have the information that im looking for so I move on. Next I meet a man who is living in a rubbish dump, picking through the litter to find some food, and things to help him live. He, I know, is a healer. He has some very important information to give me. Next I meet another man, and I cant remember what he is.
I see a badger; it has found a big human poo and is picking it up with its paws and eating it. It seems to be really enjoying it.
We are camping; mum, dad and family; all of us. It’s the Easter holidays. Its very warm, making it possible to be camping so early in the year. There are lots of people here on this campsite. The sun is shining very brightly on the bright green grass and there's an orangey glow in the air. The Turners are here with their family too, and the Biggins have been here for a week, and are just in the process of clearing up to leave. We chat in the late evening air, enjoying the warmth as the Biggins pack up there stuff. Dad senses that something is about to happen, that the weather will change, that a storm will be coming…. We shall see!
At the celebration ritual I wander into a room; Darius is here ! Oh what Joy! I haven't seen him in ages! We hug and I’m so happy I start crying! He looks a little different from what I remember him as. Hal is there too, and we also hug but this hug is a more forceful hug: a good slap on the back,
Now i'm on a journey through the city. I meet a wise man who is in a richly decorated building. He doesn’t have the information I’m looking for, so I move on. Next I meet a builder, He is living on the next street down, in a more conventional house. I meet him working outside. He also doesn’t have the information that im looking for so I move on. Next I meet a man who is living in a rubbish dump, picking through the litter to find some food, and things to help him live. He, I know, is a healer. He has some very important information to give me. Next I meet another man, and I cant remember what he is.
I see a badger; it has found a big human poo and is picking it up with its paws and eating it. It seems to be really enjoying it.
We are camping; mum, dad and family; all of us. It’s the Easter holidays. Its very warm, making it possible to be camping so early in the year. There are lots of people here on this campsite. The sun is shining very brightly on the bright green grass and there's an orangey glow in the air. The Turners are here with their family too, and the Biggins have been here for a week, and are just in the process of clearing up to leave. We chat in the late evening air, enjoying the warmth as the Biggins pack up there stuff. Dad senses that something is about to happen, that the weather will change, that a storm will be coming…. We shall see!
Thursday, 29 April 2010
beltaine Dream
This Dream begins with looking for a cave.....
I'm traveling through Crookes to get to a gathering to celebrate some important event. I'm on my bike. Suddenly i get this strong impulse to head down this little side track. It leads me into a small wooded area with steep sides. In the middle of this wooded area is a large stone built cave entrance - its the entrance to the old tunnel that runs underground all the way to the city center and beyond. All of a sudden Pete turns up; he knew he'd find me here, somehow. We climb up the ancient carved boulders leading to the entrance, which falls down steeply into the ground, into blackness. It feels like we have found some incan temple.
As we enter the cave we enter into a new dream. Me and Pete are now traveling with a group of people from other housing coops around the Sheffield area. we are heading out to this ancient cave in the countryside which has been reported to have wild bees living inside this cave. The trees feel older out here and have a more gnarled appearance. One of the older more experienced people traveling with us has been out before, and he is very keen on going there to get some wild honey from the wild bees. I'm not so sure its a good idea to get the honey, but i don't say anything; this is still a dream.....
Now a little interlude - I'm in Wellow....
we have discovered a room under the house, - in fact not just a room but a whole basement area, as large as the whole ground floor. How come i never new about this before? We have to go down here to mend the oil tank, plus a few other jobs.... Mum and Dad are down here with me. We look for the oil tank, and then suddenly discover that I'm standing right on top of it; it is buried into the ground. I wander into another room while mum and dad mend and tidy up. This other room is like an old bedroom - it has windows looking out south to the view - its underneath the main sitting room . This room feels like home; i want to make it my bedroom. its just so cosy, and feels so right. Now Ive got a place to stay, and it feels great.
Now back in Sheffield; we are back out of the cave, and this time i find my self down by the rubbish dump....
I'm stood with Hillary, one of my old friends, who is now a shamanic practitioner. We are looking across the landscape of this rubbish dump. We see mountains of rubbish, piled high to the blue wispy sky. Not a soul is in site. even the plants have no home here... All of a sudden we see three of four dear come into view. Thay look like magic deer or perhaps reindeer. They are foraging through the rubbish looking for food. And now Stefano, the expert violin maker, is stood on top of one pile of rubbish lamenting the passing of one of his violins. Its no good, he recons, to be used any more. He is depressed because he feels that he is a failure violin maker, and that this violin is evidence of that; its quite a new violin and never stood up to the standard required to sell as a good violin. So now hes going to sacrifice his violin to the rubbish dump. Me and Hillary watch from a distance as he begins this ritual. The attention of the deer has been caught and now they run over to Stefano to see whats up. They know whats going on and seem to be comforting him, in this sad time. Now the violin has changed all together - no longer this shiny nice looking object, its now an old floppy looking vegetable, like a parsnip.... i guess that its not such a loss after all.....
Me, Hillary and a few friends are now on a journey through the city. Hillary is telling us about her travels. One bit of information that she tells us that i remember is about how she was describing how this really terrible illness was caused
from men becoming really afraid of there penises! She told us about how some men were so afraid of them that they would not even look at them, let along wash them! this led to this debilitating disease starting on the penis, putting it out of use, which eventually took over their whole body, debilitating the entire body in the extreme cases. This illness in its mild form is quite common, she was telling us, especially in cities...
At some point on our journey through the city, at dusk, we sit down by the edge of the road. The sky is wonderful colours. I talk about how, wouldn't it be great to take a trip now. Hilary has some magic mushrooms, or some other form of phycoactive plant and she is already preparing the medicine; on her wrist she is mixing the ingredients... this has become common practice now, her second nature. theres a light in her eyes as she tells us more stories....
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I'm traveling through Crookes to get to a gathering to celebrate some important event. I'm on my bike. Suddenly i get this strong impulse to head down this little side track. It leads me into a small wooded area with steep sides. In the middle of this wooded area is a large stone built cave entrance - its the entrance to the old tunnel that runs underground all the way to the city center and beyond. All of a sudden Pete turns up; he knew he'd find me here, somehow. We climb up the ancient carved boulders leading to the entrance, which falls down steeply into the ground, into blackness. It feels like we have found some incan temple.
As we enter the cave we enter into a new dream. Me and Pete are now traveling with a group of people from other housing coops around the Sheffield area. we are heading out to this ancient cave in the countryside which has been reported to have wild bees living inside this cave. The trees feel older out here and have a more gnarled appearance. One of the older more experienced people traveling with us has been out before, and he is very keen on going there to get some wild honey from the wild bees. I'm not so sure its a good idea to get the honey, but i don't say anything; this is still a dream.....
Now a little interlude - I'm in Wellow....
we have discovered a room under the house, - in fact not just a room but a whole basement area, as large as the whole ground floor. How come i never new about this before? We have to go down here to mend the oil tank, plus a few other jobs.... Mum and Dad are down here with me. We look for the oil tank, and then suddenly discover that I'm standing right on top of it; it is buried into the ground. I wander into another room while mum and dad mend and tidy up. This other room is like an old bedroom - it has windows looking out south to the view - its underneath the main sitting room . This room feels like home; i want to make it my bedroom. its just so cosy, and feels so right. Now Ive got a place to stay, and it feels great.
Now back in Sheffield; we are back out of the cave, and this time i find my self down by the rubbish dump....
I'm stood with Hillary, one of my old friends, who is now a shamanic practitioner. We are looking across the landscape of this rubbish dump. We see mountains of rubbish, piled high to the blue wispy sky. Not a soul is in site. even the plants have no home here... All of a sudden we see three of four dear come into view. Thay look like magic deer or perhaps reindeer. They are foraging through the rubbish looking for food. And now Stefano, the expert violin maker, is stood on top of one pile of rubbish lamenting the passing of one of his violins. Its no good, he recons, to be used any more. He is depressed because he feels that he is a failure violin maker, and that this violin is evidence of that; its quite a new violin and never stood up to the standard required to sell as a good violin. So now hes going to sacrifice his violin to the rubbish dump. Me and Hillary watch from a distance as he begins this ritual. The attention of the deer has been caught and now they run over to Stefano to see whats up. They know whats going on and seem to be comforting him, in this sad time. Now the violin has changed all together - no longer this shiny nice looking object, its now an old floppy looking vegetable, like a parsnip.... i guess that its not such a loss after all.....
Me, Hillary and a few friends are now on a journey through the city. Hillary is telling us about her travels. One bit of information that she tells us that i remember is about how she was describing how this really terrible illness was caused
from men becoming really afraid of there penises! She told us about how some men were so afraid of them that they would not even look at them, let along wash them! this led to this debilitating disease starting on the penis, putting it out of use, which eventually took over their whole body, debilitating the entire body in the extreme cases. This illness in its mild form is quite common, she was telling us, especially in cities...
At some point on our journey through the city, at dusk, we sit down by the edge of the road. The sky is wonderful colours. I talk about how, wouldn't it be great to take a trip now. Hilary has some magic mushrooms, or some other form of phycoactive plant and she is already preparing the medicine; on her wrist she is mixing the ingredients... this has become common practice now, her second nature. theres a light in her eyes as she tells us more stories....
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