A night at Claire's house

Three dreams in one night that i spent at my friend Claire's house. It was far too warm, cos the heating had been left on all night..

The first dream begins with waking up out of a dream i was having, to phone my friend to tell them that i love them....

I love You

I'm awake now, i just must tell you at all costs that i love you, this feeling is overwhelming!

i grab my phone next to my pillow and ring you. I know its 3 in the morning but this is really important! i must get this message to you, and i know you will be awake, cos i was talking to on the phone just a short while ago...

"Hello!" you say. I try to speak but now weariness has overtaken me, and no words come out of my mouth. My limbs go heavy and my mind cannot muster up the strength to speak ... i mentally tell my self to speak but its not happening, no sound.... i mouth the words "i love you", hoping that in some way, sound will come out, but it doesn't.

You must think I'm really weird ringing you up like this and then just remaining silent!

if only you knew that I'm mouthing the words "i love you" over and over again in my mind!

You break the impending silence saying "isn't it nice that friends can just be in silence together without feeling the need to talk about something"

Ah, this is too much!

and now the mobile phone feels like its frying my brain, and that I'm going to go mad because of it! But i don't care - i just have to tell you i love you! but still no sound....

The pain is now too much to bear, so i hang up, and switch off my phone to stop the microwaves hurting my head.

Her voice carries on talking to my ear,even though there's no phone. as clear as a tune radio, you keep telling me things, as if you were in my head. Is there another phone I'm listening to, i wonder?

i wake at 440 and note down the dream - back asleep now, and into dream 2....

belongings


We are sat down to eat a buffet meal; its a family gathering, and i notice that the we are going to eat with a home made cutlery set. Dad is around somewhere, though i dont know what hes up to...

I have to leave this place,

Now I've left and I'm at a festival, the Wild Heart Gathering. I've got to visit Thomas, one of the teachers at the festival. I meet him down in these cabins, a bit like old shepherd huts. We chat and after talking i realise that i cant stay here either so have to be on my way, so a Begin gathering my stuff together, but slowly and reluctantly. And now I've forgotten all about leaving, becoming distracted from seeing lots of people......

We are having a sleepover, and its late, and I'm lying awake on my own feeling troubled by thoughts of leaving. A large fat lady comes over to me with a friendly smile on her face, and asks me to help her with her dreams. I listen to her as she tells me her dreams....we drift away into the night.

Early the next morning, a friend tells me, as soon as he sees me, that if I'm quick, i can get this train that is leaving very soon, and it will get me to where i need to be on time. I run back to the cabins to check them one last time; i hope I've not left anything. The cabins have become all dusty and mucky and have an un-lived in, unwholesome feel to them. There are 4 of them, and as i check the first one, i see maggots in there... I'm glad I'm leaving this place, i think to my self.... in the second cabin there is a really big spider, that scares the hell out of me. It feels like a warning saying "don't live here". I don't even check what the other two cabins have in them, i just get up and leave.

I'm now at a farm; Keveril farm. I learning lots there, but again, i have this feeling that i mustn't stay here, so i begin wondering where i am going to go next. In the midst of packing up my things i again become distracted, this time on my bike. I'm cycling around to take my mind off leaving. I start cycling down this really steep hill, gathering momentum as the hill steepens...

Its a race! Lots of people are cycling around, trying to win! trying to get First Prize! Mum is there cheering me on. What began as a calm quiet cycle has now become this crazy race, - who's gonna win? Its a macho competition! everyone's cheering and there is bumping and crashing around, caused by all the frenzy. as i hurtle down this hill at full speed i see an old guy crossing the path in front of me. I break and swerve to try to avoid crashing into him, but there's not enough time, and i cant avoid hitting him. Thankfully i don't knock him over, but i do hit him with my bike and i can see that I've really shocked him. i stop and apologise to him, thinking what an idiot i am for getting so worked up about this race. He tells me that its OK, and that he hasn't said goodbye yet, and that he lives in a house just round here. we leave on good terms, and I thank the situation for happening because it stopped me in my tracks and made me re-assess my self. Do i really want to be racing around like this?

I'm now in a different place, near the old guys house who i bumped into. I meet Claire and her boyfriend, and Anne-Marie. Anne-Marie is telling me some really important information. I'm listening hard, but i cant remember what it is.

The scene has changed again now.

I'm in a bar, sat at a table with three friends. Its a stop of point on our travels to get to where we are going to be living. We have ordered drinks and are waiting for them to arrive.

The bar is like a bar from an old wild west movie; all wooden and smokey, with honkeytonk piano music playing, and dust on the floor. Just to add the the authentic feel of the place, a couple of people are at a table near us talking about drug selling and police bust ups. It so happens that one of my friends has just scored though i don't know it at the time.

One of the guys sat at the table comes over to us. Hes a big black chap with a serious look on his face. He says " i hope non of you guys has got no drugs on him, cos soon there's gona be a drug bust up in these areas". he leaves us a little scrap of paper with some information written on it and goes on his way.

All of a sudden the lights go out in the bar and the music stops. The wooden shutter doors fly open with a bang and three sheriff walk in, obviously looking for trouble. Every one is quiet. We are panicking at our table because one of my mates has got loads of weed on him!

The three sheriff come over to our table first and ask the most bizarre of questions, that comes right out of the blue.

"in 2003 who ya gona call?" - what the hell!? I'm thinking, surely they don't want me to say it!? or do they?!

i reply - "ghost busters"

its hard not to burst out laughing!

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I wake at 7 am. what a night! one more dream to come.....

Afraid

A teacher who is a figure of authority is asking me to tell them what gardening i have been doing. He phoned me and talked a lot. reluctantly i talk. through his clever use of words, he got me say things that i didn't want to say. i began shaking with fear at the power he had over me.....