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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