I am with Rich and with katy.
She needs pulling through very deep slushy mud. After doing so, we come to a Graffiti workshop space in Bristol. I decide to write the word CONE , as a tag, so I spray it on a wall. There is a filming crew just near me, who have been allowed to film us. It is permissive graffiti, we have been allowed to use this space.
The walls are like old abandoned ruins, and the atmosphere is smelly with aerosol spray. I meet a girl, who I fancy, and I travel with her parents to a train station, and meet up with new friends at the train station.
I wanted to get her off track, away from following her parents but instead I end up going to visit this growing project in Scottish boarders.
Its on north facing slope in a very poor area. It is winter, at Imbolc time. I talking with an artist and journalist about the project, and about how this new initiative have been working to get people involved. It has been hard work the tell me. Its not going to be easy to keep it going they say. But there has been success on projects further north than this. So all is possible.
While we are there talking about project (we can see the sea in the background) a helicopter flying noisily overhead preventing us from talking. It crashes to the ground, and I am reminded of the dream where I saw this happen before. The artist gets on the phone to call the emergency services.
It has crashed next to the community centre. The artist I am with shows me the art work that is in the community centre. Its made out of something like glazed ceramic and it will last a long time. Longer even than the building that contains it.
I feel I'm getting left behind. I see others who are moving forward while I remain stuck in a rut. It feels awful.
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