Crystals and Children.

I'm with a couple of friends out in west wales. We are on an exploration of this wild cove on the coast. It is very difficult to get to it. We needed a boat because on foot it is totally impossible. Even on a boat it is tricky. We have to land on the next closest cove and climb over what feels like miles of sharp rocks before we get there. It seems a bit like a pointless mission especially as there are plenty of much nicer coves which are much more accessible and hospitable. 

Anyhow, as we are climbing up these rocks something catches my eye, a light in the distance, a glimmer amongst the rocks, and so I go over to investigate. 

As I get closer I see what it is. A cluster of quartz crystals, nestled in a bowl in the sharp grey rocks. Many of the quartz crystals have been loosened. They glow, and are brilliant clear white. I am so excited to find them. All the climb over the sharp rocks has been worth it for this. I want to share them out with my friends and take as many back as I can carry. 

We decide to continue to the cove and pick them up on the way back. At the cove there is an old abandoned ferry. We climb aboard to explore and have some fun. everything is falling apart and rusting. We are in what was the canteen area when my friend pulls the old alarm cord for emergencies. ??An alarm goes off, which totally surprises us, we thought it would have broken long ago. Annoyingly we know that people are coming to find us now, as we can see movement of people in official clothing coming over the tops of the skyline to find us, to respond to the alarm. I am concerned that we will be taken off the cove as we are not meant to be here, and worried that I won't be able to pick up my crystal collection. 

I'm with tom. We are in africa. We are climbing up a steep rock face. This one is smooth. We are looking for crystals. We don't find any, but when we get to the top of the rocks there is an african village. The landscape view from the top here is beautiful and expansive. 

At the entrance to the village there are two people who are my guides. First of all they say I must wash. Its a place where the water is flowing strong and splashing up high. There is a metal grid that goes over the river and the spray comes up. Others are washing here. I am at first timid as I think the water will be cold, but it is warm, as warm as shower water and delightful. 

There are two babies crouched by the washing area. I am meant to give something to them. 

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I later have another dream about the water in the river getting over heated from geothermal - an earth quake - the earth is waking up, and is unhappy, angry, at what humans have been doing.