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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Sunday, 30 May 2010
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!
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