Avalanche

Avalanche

I am out on a walk with my family. We are near wellow. We pass an old quarry, which has become abandoned.

I look at the stone lying around, checking to see if there are any bits to pick up, and ask dad if they are worth keeping.

The quarry sides get very steep, and now its become a hillside.
I notice one or two boulders are a bit loose. I go over to them, to look at them, and just by touching one of them it comes loose, and begins to roll down the hill, gathering momentum.

The force and vibration it causes on the earth makes more boulders start to role, and soon there are a dozen or more large boulders moving with real speed down the hill.

There are people out on walks, and picnics, and I am worried that they could be injured, or worse, killed by these boulders, that were sparked by me. My dad says it is likely that someone will get hurt, and the consequences are just too big! I yell down the hill telling people to watch out, but the low rumbling noise is plenty a warning to those below, drowning out my calling.

I see people running in all directions to escape the falling boulders, and I hear shouts and screams. I say a prayer to god to look after everyone, and that no-one get hurt. There is nothing more I can do.

My dad knows this, and so he is not angry with me, because in a way it was just an accident waiting to happen.

We wander on, and the walk becomes an adventure playground.

Now I'm going to the highcliffe pub, its an important gathering of sheffield friends.

We have all got drinks, and John is here. He looks very sad and mournful, and I soon realize the reason why. One of my friends sitting next to me tells me that his mother had committed suicide only a week or so ago. He is still very much in grieving, trying to come to terms with the tragic event. Apparently she was terribly stressed by so many things. John has been blaming part of her actions on himself, which naturally is causing him a huge amount of regret.

Me and my friends do our best to support him, but we can see that it will be a while before he becomes his usual self again, if at all.

It gets to closing time, and we are all asked to leave. I find I have left loads of my stuff lying around, and it takes me a while to gather it all together.

And now I'm out on the street again, and back in the playground.
Dad and joe and simon are chasing me round an assault course,

"You just need to find out what you're really meant to be doing", dad says, "then everything will be fine"

"You need to set up an abundance project in Bulgaria. I will give you my prayers and blessings to ensure that it will work" he says.

I then watch him speak out his prayers and his blessings while holding out his hand in a position that calls to the spirits and to spirit.

I feel a sense of confidence and certainty rise up in me.
Now I see jude, she is painting a picture, in the style of Pissaro, of people sitting along a river bank, its the river avon, and we are sitting together. Its a beautiful sunny day.

Jude is unhappy with her picture. At first she gets angry, then she gets sad. I suggest going for a swim in the river, so we do, and we find these motor powered surf boards. I suggest that we head down stream on an adventure until we find the sea. Jude and another friend who has joined us are up for it. We motor surf down until the motors break, and now we have found a barge and we are on the canal. We reach a lock, and we notice that they have all become automatic, and solar powered, so we don't need to do anything, we just wait. The gates are opening, and we are heading through. But suddenly there is a technical failure, and we think the barge is going to get flooded by a falling wall of water.

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I am now with anne marie. We are up a tower block, and looking out of the windows over sheffield. The windows are tainted blue coloured, and the view matched a view in a picture that she had painted, or it might have been a photograph that she had taken. It was a very similar image. She was having difficulty with something, I think it was that the view was not right somehow, but the colour was right..