well, here's my dream from last night,
For Rosa
As with most of my dreams, it feels like what i remember is the crumbs of the Real Thing - i wake and think, these few images are only those images that were able to surface, but i know, i know, that i have lived lifetimes in my sleep - every night.....so I'm coming out of a place where Ive been living a whole interesting life, and here's the where the dream starts; here's the first crumbs......
We were in a place where we were being taught a lesson in wilderness survival. Thomas (from trackways.co.uk) was teaching the course. He was telling us to present something to the group. He was telling us that wilderness is inside as well as outside.
The housing Coop group were there. I can't remember what people presented, but i remember Steve saying that he wanted to play us a tape of his music. He put it on, and oh! what a surprise!
The music was of Steve playing propa punky rock and rapping over the top, swearing as often and as loud as he could.(think of rage against the machine). In fact when i truly listened, nearly every word was a swear word! We were surprised, yet also delighted because it was really very talented and musical.
Then something changes and the group dissolves and i find my self wandering outside to a rock, a lookout point, where i can see mountains all around, and ocean. Its very grey and alone, but i don't feel lonely. what am i doing here? waiting.
It feels like years have gone by and I'm still waiting, for what i don't know. I just know that I'm watching the Skies for a sign. Something will come to me in this aloneness. I get distracted from my watching by something. i can't really remember what distracted me, but i feel that it had been distracting me for a very, very long time. I suddenly look up from my distraction, and see the most amazing colours in the sky. the mountain closest to me was in full yellowy orange sunshine, and behind it, the darkest blue purple storm clouds were coming up from behind the mountain, silhouetting the golden orange peaks.
I pick up my camera; i've gota get a photo of this ! I take a number of photos, from different angles, zoomed in and zoomed out, landscape, portrait. Granny is with me now. She is commenting on the view. it might have been her who alerted me to the sky in the first place. There is a hedge in front of me now, cut into a sculptural form, with holes in it. I take some photos of the view through the hole, on Granny's recommendation. I also see that the sun is now shining on the ocean, sparkling on the water, a thousand suns, with mountains in the distance. Great opportunity. I take more photos of this.
Granny then decides that she wants a cuppa tea. It just so happens that the kettle is there, so we plan to make a fire. Granny gets really giddy and decides to run around looking for firewood. I tell her to be careful. She's old and wobbly enough on her feet as it is, without running around!
All of a sudden Granny's character becomes very child like; Shes spontaneous as a 7 yr old kid, who's free to play in the woods. She's in love with me and wants to impress me! As shes running to get wood, she spots some mushrooms, "Steve will like these!" - a cluster of toadstool shaped ones, browny yellow in colour. Caught immediately by there colour, she picks them up while running, she trips on something, and they fall out of her hand toward me, as her body falls to the ground, bringing an end to her burst of giddy energy.
We are in a park in Sheffield. Bingham park, behind my parents house. The view is now of Sheffield. Granny lies on the grass, Fallen with her face down to the ground. Has she died?
At that moment a pretty young girl with black hair comes into view, walking down the hill with two large bottles containing milk. She walks past me and through the sculptured hedge, - there was a gate into the garden behind. This is where she lives; in the house with the garden behind the sculptured hedge.
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