Horse

I meet this horse that is a spirit guide. It picks me up and carries me to a place onto of the buildings so I can see it all clearly... I can feel the horses hair and smell it. It is a beautiful animal and I get so much strength from being with it...

This horse loves me very much.

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I meet a beautiful woman and we dance and have sex in all these positions, it is great, and we fall in love.
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Calling the Bees...

I have been in this house for a few days... A new place...

Simon is playing this strange metal instrument. At first it looks like
a long didgeridoo but it sounds like a blues violin; a metallic kind of
sound that he is bowing with a violin bow. Its the shape of a didgeridoo, but it has this coiled up metal spring inside which you pull out of one end to create tension....

The sound is metallic - it resonates long tones and as as he plays, he changes the tension in the spring that he is holding, which changes the pitch in a smooth way,
like playing a saw.

The sound is strange and mysterious and he seems to be using it to
call to the spirits or something. As he plays I see all these bees
gather around in the air. They fill the space, hovering around, being
called over by the sound. I can see them very clearly, in sharp focus;
 some of them are drones but most of them are smaller worker bees.
They hover around Simon playing the instrument. Simon has called them over using this strange instrument.

There are other people gathered around but they don't see the bees
like I see them. Simon stops playing and walks off and the bees fly
away following in his direction as if they will get fed, and the
people gathered around disperse. I follow Simon and the bees because I
want to find out how he managed to call the bees using this
instrument. I end up walking through this rose garden which has lots
of chicken wire fences. I go down these narrow paths which get
narrower towards the end. I get stuck right at the end. I can see
Simon again and he tells me that he got stuck there too but managed to
find a way out of it, so leaves me to figure it out myself. I find
that I can climb over the fencing.

When I get over the fencing simon is gone, but I find a very sad man
who is crying and is very melancholic.

The Artist in the Mountains (theme like father christmas)

I am out on a walk with the family and a load of their church friends.

We set off from the church hall where we have been in ceremonies. We
are heading to this particular place, this destination which is a
sacred pilgrimage place, the magic valley.
We set off and we get stuck because of the weather.

I find a new route and I request that we go this different way. I
suggest we climb up over this mountainous area and take a short cut to
the magic valley.
We begin climbing over the rocky ground, and the slope gradually
increases, until we are scrambling up a steep rockface, having to use
our hands to pull us up and over the surface.

We get to this one very steep rock face. It is almost vertical, and it
is dotted with holes. Someone ahead of me warns me of the snakes. He
says that they jump out of the holes in the rock.

As I traverse over this difficult terrain these snakes start jumping
out like tentacles and trying to bite me and wrap round my limbs
trapping me onto the rock.

I discover that if you climb quickly the snakes can't get you as
easily. What happens as I do this however is that I gradually loose
more and more items of clothing, each one getting caught on the sharp
rocks as I climb.

I worry that the people following me will give up at the snakes
because its too difficult. I can see the edge of this sharp rock face
where the snakes live come to an end just a short way up. I motivate
people by saying the ordeal with the snakes will soon be over.

Just as I loose the last of the clothes I am wearing to a snag in the
rock, I climb over the ridge, completely naked, and a whole new
landscape emerges.  The type of rock changes entirely, its red and
rounded, and it flattens out a little bit, not as much as expected but
easier than the snake cliff rock which was sharp and jagged and steep.
It looks like a stone graveyard up here. No plants, just rocks and
boulders in all directions.

There is a desolate feel up here. And also quite mystical.

As we walk through this landscape we come across a strange abandoned
stone building. When we enter it we see all these strange works of
art, grotesque shapes and forms made out of bones and boulders and old
bits of litter. I meet this man who has been up here making these
things. He has been here for years and it has been his secret art
space.

It feels a bit haunted. Some of the art works come to like and theses
strange deformed figures start walking around in the desolate silence.
Our group of walkers watch with caution as these sculpted creatures
come to life.
Soon there are dozens of sculpture creatures walking around and they
are getting on with making things in the different workshops.

I am told by the main artist that one of the spirit people (that's
what he calls his sculpture people ) has something to show me. I meet
him as he warns me not to disturb the spirit people. He describes the
room I have to go to. It is off to the left and it is a little
workshop room. I must not go into any other room otherwise the spirit
people may harm me. But in this room he tells me, there will be
objects that will help me.

I go straight to the room without deviation, and when I get there it
is full of gardening tools, freshly made by the spirit people, and
very neatly lined up and arranged in order. I am to have some of these
tools to help me with my projects.

(Marmite and toast - deciding what I want on my toast...)

Richard Clares Apples...

I meet Rich C. He is asking me where his apples are. We are at some
kind of conference and he has not been invited and he is annoyed and
demands to talk to me. When I turn up he gets cross and starts asking
me what happened to his apples.

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I'm round at a friends house and they are drinking strange cocktails.
They offer me one and I accept cautiously. It smells like its got glue
or solvents in it.

One of my friends friends has gone out onto the street to do solo
singing, she has a great voice and people gather round her to listen
to the song. It is like a black african blues freedom song singing to
rouse peoples hearts and souls.

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My friend has a girlfriend. He is stood next to her and they are
holding hands. They are very much in love, but then this other guy
comes along and takes hold of her hand and subtly takes her away from
him. I feel sad for him, because he really liked her. He appeals to me
because I was the only one who saw it happen.

Solstice dreamings

I meet these two people, a man and a woman, who are very overweight.
Like dangerously overweight. They are both interested in doing edible
food gardening as a way to help them loose weight. It is my role to
assist their learning in how to do this. I tell them first that they
have to have the right clothing for gardening, clothes that they don't
mind getting muddy.

We go up to the land, they are wearing boiler suits and look like
poddington peas; they are as round as they are tall! I begin doing
some bed turning with them. They seem to know what to do, I just need
to support them in their process.

While we are working I notice some people skinny dipping in the small
lake at the bottom of the hill. I am very tempted to join them, and
when I undress I notice that I have shaved pubes on one side but not
the other. Its most strange.

-

My mum is organising big gatherings of people. I have to assist in the
music as these people gather together. I have a piano to play some
music on.

--

I have a long conversation with my dad and uncle matthew about
depossession work, or spirit release work as we have been taught it.

I stress the point about suffering beings; that there are no truly
evil spirits, because its important to see everything as coming from
source light. They listen inquisitively and it seems like we are
connecting.

-

We are having a big dynasty meal. All the families are gathering and
we are sat round the table at the turners house. We hold hands in a
circle before we eat and sing grace. The pages start up, and I can't
remember the first verse but the second verse goes something like this
: -

Thankyou for nothing
Eternity

Thankyou for nothing
Eternity

Thankyou for nothing
Eternity

Thankyou everything
The spirit

Giant tractors

Im climbing on a giant tractor. I have to reach up really high to grab the lower poles to pull my self up. I am using it to get to a high window on the other side of the yard.

I reach up ,and accidentally push off the hand break. the tractor starts rolling backwards towards a shop. I think it is going to crash into the shop window but some of the machinery still attached to the back gets caught on the walls of either side of the shop and save it at the last minute.

The Hidden Secret Pool

There is this hidden secret pool in endcliffe. It is just off
endcliffe vale road.

It is surrounded by mulberry and fig trees. I am finding all these
plums and figs and mulberrys and stuffing my face even though I am not
hungry. It is very exciting.

The Dance

I am in a dance room. It is empty other than the dancing instructor.
She is playing my favourite music. I am so happy to have all this
space to dance that I throw myself straight into the room, falling,
twisting, turning, bouncing, rolling, tumbling around, allowing my
body to move and go where it wants to the music.

Two toddlers are in the room and they like seeing me dance so they
come over to watch an I include them in the dance too. They climb on
me and I spin them around. We are all having such fun.

The machinery man

I was showing the different lengths of my fingers - and similarities
in bone length

Allium - means wand

Stolon.



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I am with john. We have been looking after this expensive bit of
machinery and now this stranger comes to the door saying he will buy
it off us.

We don't know weather to trust him. I have an impulse that it is right
to trust him because one of my friends told me he would b turning up.

We let him in the room and he goes straight to the machine and starts
opening it up. He knows all about them.

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The Snake Bite

This is quite a long dream . I moved into my new house yesterday eve so I think this is a good sign having a dream like this on the first night of being there. I think there are lots of key themes running through - Missing people/ people missing me/ missing things - nakedness - poisons/illnesses - dealing with stuff.



Meet TSK, it is dark but we still recognise one another. It has been a long time since I saw him last, so I try to great him kindly, - I  try to give him a hug but he walks past me ignoring me. I ask a few people who I meet later why he might have ignored me, they say he was probably just in a rush or was busy, but I feel he still maybe doesn't like me.
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I am playing with two snakes. They are my pets. I try to show off to my friends by getting them psyched up with anger and attempting to get them to fight one another for entertainment, but it goes wrong and instead of fighting each other, one of them bites me, right between the knuckles of my 3rd and 4th fingers on my left hand. I feel the mild poison enter my body with a sharp pain. I quickly brush off the snake off my hand and it seems to shrink and shapeshift into a scorpion and scuttle off under a chair.  "Will you be ok?" One of my friends asks, "yeah ill be fine, these snakes are not really poisonous." It feels just a bit more painful than a bees sting.

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I am in a supermarket bit of the country. It is not nice. I meet a lady who I think is J from the course but its not, and embarrassingly I have already given her a hug. She tells me she is further behind  , I wonder how a stranger could know this. I do however, meet J from the course a little further along the road. We sit down and have a chat. Its really nice. I feel her warm energy and friendliness and it brings a real cheer to me.

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I am with M in an attic room. Its his attic room with all his computers.  I have been telling him about the life drawing classes I have been going to, and he is keen to have a go. We are keen to try and draw some nice large ladies as its a bit less conventional than the more slim figure, we want to show how this is beautiful too by drawing it. He knows someone who wants to model for us as she doesn't think she is beautiful and has lost all confidence in her body. She has developed a phobia of her own body. We agree to draw her, and she
starts to get herself ready. We see the folds of her skin hang down as she begins to remove her clothing. We have our drawing equipment ready. She removes the final items of her clothing with her back to us, and then turns round theatrically displaying the front of her body, and now we realise why she is so ashamed of her body. She has a strange blue/greenish skin condition which looks like a fungus growing all over the front of her body. It has seriously damaged the skin, and her breasts have become all flaked and cracked, and are barely  recognizable any more. M is no longer sure he wants to do this drawing, he packs up, but I am determined to keep going.

This really annoys the woman as she wanted us to be horrified and to turn away in disgust, so justifying her mental image and hatred she has of her body. She comes right up close to me, and stands in front of my face.

"so you think this is beautiful do you!?" She says angrily. I notice that I have developed the same condition, starting on the back of my hand and spreading up my arm.

"Look" I say, "I have got it too! Its not that strange".

"You must have caught it off M" she says, "I have never met you before and it is very rare."

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I am in M's attic again. We are clearing it out. We look out of the window into the park. There are lots of people gathering. A bunch of people come up the stairs to tell us, they are going to do a naked dance in the winter rain, as a charity fund-raiser. They ask weather we want to join in. M is not interested but I am. But I dither about, and run out of time.

The reporter and film crew are stood at the top of these flight of stairs, and commenting. The dancers are all hemmed into one tight square of grass in the park, like animals with electric fencing, so they are forced to dance in close proximity.

 Me and M get to tidying the attic. It is going to be sold, so the landlord says. There is pigeon poo everywhere. The pigeons have been getting in here for years and since I have not been here for years it has accumulated over all this stuff.  I have a big effort getting this block of stone out of the attic. It requires a lot of thinking before
hand.

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I am at this dance gathering. I meet a guy german guy who feels like he has been wasting his life. He says his life is 2 years behind time - that for the past 2 years he has been really lazy and not really doing any work.

I feel the same. I ask him how old he is. 29. Same as me. He asks me if I am married. I tell him no. He's married, and he is envious of my position. He says its great that I'm not married, because its easier to get stuff done. He wishes he was too as it would feel like he had more time. I am envious of his marriage for the companion side of things but I can see his point.

Most of the dancers have left now, and I have missed the dancing. I go to watch a few of the ones who have carried on to the end. They dance beautifully.

The ecstatic woman

I'm at a party. Many people are taking drugs. They are popping these
pills into their mouths, and experiencing heightened states of
awareness.

I am curious. So I try one. Quite quickly the effects come on, and I
experience a shifting of the way I experience time. I am also much
more sensitive to sound.

There are a bunch of people who are having a jam. I join them, picking
up my shakers to join in. Its great fun. One lady in the jam has an
ecstatic experience, and in her ecstasy she says something like

"we have a lover in our life so that we can experience god, because god is
a person, and through connecting deeply with people in a loving way, we
connect deeply with god.".

Sculptures....

Dad says


"I don't like it, its been spoiled. "

I look at it. It has changed. It has lost its shine. It has become
more dull, and the surface looks unfinished, it looks all bumpy.

It looks small. It looks the size of a hand. Interestingly, it looks
the shape of a hand, and the coloring has changed, it has this brown
look to it.


"It ought to go outside.." Dad says. I know what he means, but I don't
think it will get noticed outside. I explain to him my reasoning for
wanting it indoors and my hope that it will lead on to more work in
the future.


"What were you thinking?" He says, "You must have been under enormous
pressure,.."

James is listening to him,

"Dad is right, its no small ask"

"This is one of the few sculptures that you could really show to people, and you have gone and wasted it..."

I look at what it has become. It looks kind of like many hands all
waving, perhaps the arms of Shiva.

I also see how it can be mounted outside, there is this circular hole
in its base that it needs fixing on to.

James says that he will polish it up again, and make it look nice.

I feel I have perhaps made a grave error,  judging from what my dad is
saying to me.

Chased

I am being chased. These people are after me. I think they are police.
They want to arrest me, and will find any excuse to do so. I run to
get away. I have to jump over some walls and hide in a back garden.

The red haired Woman, The Crazy Women and the Full Size Mask.

I meet this woman who has red hair. She is depressed, and miserable.
She has come to me for one thing; she has a passion for sex, and
thinks she can satisfy her needs from me. I sense this is the case
with her, as her body language is saying it all. Also, curiously, the
colour of her hair changes when she wants sex really badly, it
develops this deep red color and has a shine to it. I don't know how I
know this, but my instincts say this is true.

 I hold her, and we get really close, as I also have been craving
intimacy. We feel one another's bodies and before we know it we are in
bed together. As soon as we have finished she quickly gathers up her
things and leaves, she doesn't want to talk about it that much. She
doesn't want to develop emotional ties. Perhaps she already has other
potential partners in mind, or perhaps she is ashamed of her lack of
commitment to 'being' in a relationship, I don't know.

---

I meet this group of women who self mutilate themselves.

They have all gone crazy.

They all live in this strange hall in the city. They all have
boyfriends who have been involved with the self mutilation to some
degree, but also they act as an anchor to their partners so that they
don't kill themselves.

This one girl in the group has gone particularly crazy. She is
carrying a sharp scalpel and is slashing everyone who gets even close
to her, and has this time decided to completely dis-member her self -
she cuts one of her arms off, and then starts on one of her legs, her
boyfriend is in despair but whenever he gets close she slashes out at
him and cuts him up too.  All the other members of the mutilation
group know now that she has had enough of her life and wants to take
it. There is nothing they can do to convince her otherwise. They warn
people (like me) not to get too close to her.


---

I meet rich. He is out in a large field and has marked out all these
strategic markers across the field. I'm not sure what they are about.
When I ask him he tells me they form a part of some big cosmic plan.
They are like task markers telling people what to do when they get to
them.

He tells me I have a very special task to do. It is that I have been
chosen to make a full size mask, one as big as my whole body for
ritual merging work. I am doing this with a select group of about 6
people.

The TV show

I am going to be representing the Abundance project on this TV
program. I have a number of people who I am going to be working with
on it. We are practicing the rehearsal but we don't have much time. We
have to get ready very quickly because we will be going live on air
soon. There is some famous people from the TV world who will be
hosting the show, so we will be getting many viewings.


I go into a bar just before the show starts to get a drink and some
food. A load of old sheffield friends are in there, luke, aidan,
drummer john, martin, jenny and those lot. Its great to see them. I
play them a song, and have a quick chat. We shake hands before I
leave, I give luke a hug for all of them because there is not enough
time to hug them all individually. Time to get back to the TV filming!

The Wizard and the Witch

The two armies are preparing for battle. We are on the side of the
good wizard, and we are fighting the evil witch and her orcs and
werewolf clans.

The good wizard has been put under the spell of the evil witch.  She
has put a sleeping spell on him, and he cannot get up.

We have been recruited into the battle as they desperately need help.
The forces of the werewolf clans are taking over the lands and
destroying everything.

We arrive to the battle scene on train. When we get their we are on
top of a hill looking down over a valley. We can see the armies
stretched out down on the flood plains of the valley. The werewolf
clans have set up camp on the banks of the river and they have taken
many hostages. The good wizards clan are up on the side of the valley.

We see the evil witch kidnap the good wizard, using her sleeping
magic. No one though she had the power to do this, but the good wizard
is getting old and his magic is loosing its power.

We have to call upon the good wizards magical horse to come and rescue
him. We see this enormous horse galloping across the landscape to come
to his aid, but he arrives too late and the witch has already taken
away the wizard to a locked up chamber.

We have to plan how we are going to rescue the wizard. His magical
horse will help us, that's for sure. He is so powerful.


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I meet a french girl at the end of this dream who tells me some really
important information about what to do and where to go but I forget
it.