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...

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.....