I'm in my bed. I'm waking up out of a dream, but I can't wake up. I feel paralyzed. I hear a hissing. The gas canister in the corner of the room has been leaking. It is poisoning me, and has been while i've been asleep. Now I don't have the strength to get up and turn it off. I'm in serious danger. I think to my self - "if i can only get to the window I can open it and get some fresh air and I will be fine. I will my self with all my might but I can't get up....
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Now I'm waking through the art room and there are loose broken floor boards. I'm in danger of falling through the floor. I need to tread very carefully.
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I am with and friend, she tells me of her stressful times.
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I make a gift box for Katie, to offer lots of my things away, I need to
get rid of more things, I have too much and its weighing me down. Its a big git box, and I wonder if I can give all this away, I think 'what if I need it one day'?
She has to collect something from the art room. I warn her of the
broken floorboards.
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I have to collect something in a wheelbarrow - a big load of straw - from just near Wellow. I decide to call into Wellow to talk to new owners and pick a box of apples while I'm there.
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I meet an old man- He is a bit like Rich, - he has the eccentric hair and bald patch on top, but he is a bit fatter in the tummy. He has a timer for his seed sowing, it is timed to cosmical time, which tells him the exact minute which is most favorable to sow. His timer goes off. He gets out of his bed, sits on the edge of his bed and gets a packet of broad beans and tips them into a glass jar with water in. The water has been sat in his jar by his bed over night, soaking up the cosmic rays.
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