I'm in a very old town, like the towns in italy or south france- old limestone walls. I'm in the film "fiddler on the roof" as I can hear the music 'tradition' playing. My cousins on my mums side are here.
I'm with friends too, and we have been looking for places to sleep, but we are getting disturbed because there is some unrest in the town; some political upheaval is going on, and some mafia are taking over the town and robbing people left right and center. We are having to hide from these crazy people. I find a hiding place on the roof of this tent like building. I manage to get some of my friends up here to hide out from what's going on below.
I have been hanging out on this windy high up bit of land in somerset.
I travel down the slope to meet people, but realise I've forgotten by bike back up the hill, so I run back up to get it. It is a really nice bit of land just near wellow.
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I remember being on a bit of land, feeling connected to it, it was very fertile and sunny. I think it was abroad somewhere. I remember hearing the symph track and how it was so good to listen to. I had to thank conor in the dream. Somehow it was connected to getting the land. It was to do with it being a collective project.
I have been finding that the thoughts of sex are such a distraction to remembering dreams.
I seem to have a feeling of being by a lake somewhere with friends.
With joe- lost, I don't know what to do each evening. I have a feeling that I need to go out - see christopher mason. I try contacting john.
Get in car with joe. Big gates opening. -
Churchy experience - simon - teacher talking - I have these cards - different bits of wisdom on. One guy who contradicts the priests philosophy.
Gates lead to a river/ canal - this river canal goes over to a space. Tara is there.
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