in and out of dreams - the ghost in the orchard.

Conscious or still dreaming?

This is the question I keep asking myself.

2 times now I had fallen asleep and dreamed that the farmer who owned
the orchard I was in had come along to tell me to get out. the second
time it was quite a nudge to my psyche and I considered that on
waking, that it may have been a ghost in the orchard that perhaps was
a farmer many hundreds of years ago, and was communicating to me
through my dreams, as perhaps no-one has slept in this orchard for
hundreds of years.. Or maybe I am just paranoid of the farmer finding
me. After all, its a modern orchard and they don't last long..

So, am I dreaming or am I awake?

Just to be sure on the safe side, I think maybe I can help this ghost in the orchard, so I ask it to move on safely.., and that there is no need to still be hanging around.


Now, to sleep. I'm a bit too close to the road, and the noise from the
cars is disturbing me, and I wished I'd set up the tarp further away,
but never mind, I haven't the energy to move it now, and its after
11pm so the traffic will die down lots. The wind has driven the
relentless rain away, and I feel calmer. The tarp I am sheltering
under is flapping about and causing more noise disturbance, and I
consider taking it down. Perhaps the rain won't be back this eve?
Better not take chances I feel.

And I fall asleep, but now I am convinced I hear more voices, a farmer
calling out, and I wake, and look up, and I can see a shadow at the
edge of the field where the gate is, and its coming closer to me, and
I'm sure its the farmer. I call out, 'ey'! making a noise to say, I'm
here, and there's nothing to be afraid of. I can see that he is moving
timidly towards me. I'm sure I'm not dreaming this time. But then he
gets so close, and I get so freaked out that I awake, and I find
myself lying in a different part of the orchard. I have somehow or
other managed to drag myself, with the ground sheet and stuff 2 rows
across in the orchard. I look back to my old place and the bike and
some other stuff is still there.

I must have done this to try to get away from the road and the flappy
noisy tarp, and although yes, I am not sleeping under the tarp
anymore, the road is still just as close. I needed to drag my stuff
further down the row I was on.

Anyway, no worries, I'm quite amazed that I managed to move myself so
far without being aware of it. Now I'm awake, I decide to have an
explore. I walk down the row I'm on and quite quickly I notice some
really interesting shapes in the ground. Graves.

The orchard has been planted on an old graveyard. No wonder I felt
that there were ghosts in the orchard. And no wonder I wasd getting
disturbed sleep. Everyone knows its not a good idea to sleep in a
cemetery, even if its an old one that's not been in use for some
years.

So, I go back to clear up my stuff and check the time on my phone, and
I wake up, into another dream I wonder?

I am back sleeping in my original place, the tarp still above me.
Everything in place. I see that the clouds have parted and Orion the
Hunter is just above the horizon, looking at me, and shining bright.
Am I in another dream I wonder? I don't think so, but I do think Orion
has been orchestrating my dreams to some degree. I check the time.
1am. Lots of time for more sleep. Ill just write down this series of
dreams...

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I wake into a pagan gathering... Now the orchard has become a place where there are these leaders of the gathering wearing mask costumes and they are huge and are orchestrating some crazy psychedelic happening. Lots of people are gathering round , and the celebrations are underway...  

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I wander along from the place where I have been sleeping and find
myself in an amazing market garden. And I have timed it well, - the
person who runs the market garden is giving a tour round, telling
people the history of the place and where he learnt hos methods.

I see he has been doing lots of soil improvement and inter-cropping,
its really amazing.

While I seem to have stumbled upon this tour, I also stumble upon my
parents. They had decided to come on this tour as it particularly
related to some history of the family - an ancestor of ours had lived
here and had traveled to a particular area in Cornwall to set up
growing there.
I nearly get caught by the people who were running the tour as I not paid.


I am with Andy f an james cleg, I am traveling around Sheffield n we
find this place which has lemons and giant weird fruit. Its very
strange and we stumble upon a crazy alien technology which has been
developed in connection with a university fair.

The Political Prisoner

I find myself traveling to this farm where someone has been kept as a political prisoner. I realise that I have been here before, many years ago, the time when I first went to shambala festival, about 2002.

This prisoner has become an icon in the resistance movement, and has been attracting lots of followers who have been supporting what he stands for.


I find that being here again brings up a lot of emotional things for me, but in a good way, it reconnects me with a part of myself I have not been in touch with since way back then.

My brother joe meets me here, and we soak in the vibe. There's gona be some kind of musical performance, and talks, which we are looking forward to.
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I find myself cuddling up to this woman, because I am feeling lonely and in need of touch. She thinks immediately that I want sex, and disappears to get the right clothes on, etc,

She also gives me a prostitute, who is younger than her, and says I have to go with this prostitute first, before she will go with me. She assures me that she will be better sex than the prostitute, because she is older and more experienced. 

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We are driving through there mountains, and the lady who is driving me is going really fast, and I tell her she must slow down, because there is loads of ice on the roads, and we find our selves skidding all over the place.

Funeral celebrations

Im traveIing in France and we are going to Granddads funeral.

I'm driving along with James, my brother, and we have to drive very carefully along the edge of a harbour, and we nearly get our car wheels off the edge, but just manage to stay on. My aunty tells me that there was an easier way to get but we done it now, and have got to where we need to get to. 

We are at this central point on the harbour, and we come across all these baby mini dogs, gathered in a big mass without any adult dogs around- they are like abandoned puppies and they are so cute. I pick one up and cuddle it. Some how or other they are surviving out here.

We now get to a restaurant, and we are ordering food, and everyone is ordering rich sweet puddings which are very rich. Because Im late, mine hasn't been ordered yet, so mum tells me to order what james n dad have ordered as its lighter - hers is a very heavy thing, but its too late, I have already ordered what she ordered and ill just have to eat it. It arrives and the waitress makes a mess of it and decides to knock the price off it, because it looks a mess. I begin eating it and im sure that I will be able to eat it all, its this spongy sweet stuff that is purple. But i do find it much to sweet for my  general liking. 
 
Now we are putting on smart clothes, and taking photos, and I have one taken with my dad and while the photos are being taken I see Granddad and I decided to start talking to him, knowing that others will think that I am making a joke that I am pretending to talk to granddad without realising that I am, - I can see him, but I don't know if others can too.

Then Granddads coffin is in france for the final ceremony, and because he wanted to be buried in
england, his one last gesture to people was that we accompany the coffin over to england on boats.

"music is the sandwich of life"

After seeing that there was nothing I could do to help the badgers
which were trying to dig their hole deeper than the river which was
now flooding their hole, and only getting one kiss off the girl who I
wanted to be with at the party, I was feeling a little down.

So, I took myself off to a corner in the party, and began making some
art work, and singing, my way of dealing with emotional issues. And in
a little while, singing at the top of my voice a kind of weird lament
(people close by must have thought I was weird), I had managed to
stick a load of bits of sticky paper from off of the edges of sheets
of stickers and such like, onto another bit of paper in a rather
boring arrangement. I thought it reflected how boring I was.

I showed it to a friend and they pointed out to me that at the bottom
I had spelled out, quite accidentally "music is the sandwich of life".

That cheered me up.

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For the record - new words

Wheem - botanical
 Tilibus  - a part of the marijuana plant
potch - a technical term relating to guttering.
Poddle - half pond, half puddle.

Baby bees, the unusual way...

I realise that if people send me emails then I am able to see their
daemons... Two people have sent me emails, and I see their daemons on
their shoulders.

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I meet a friend, and we get into a bit of an orgy, and one of the
people who joins in the orgy is a female who has a penis. It was a big
secret, but now its out, and we keep it secret for her. She asks me if
I will give her babies - I don't see how this is possible since she
doesn't have the right bits, but then she shows me a tube and says,
"you can go in here, and we won't make a baby human but baby bees.
They will be wild bees and there's not enough wild bees about. They
are very rare."

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I climb into this secret place on a ferry to steal some beer and
cooking equipment, but the gymnastics people see me, and come to
investigate. I jump off into the water - I have a partner in crime who
is waiting below, with a boat to escape - but I see they are not going
to happy, and we are unlikely to get away with it, so I start throwing
the stuff I've taken back onto the ferry, but unfortunately, one of
the big kitchen knives seriously cuts someone.