Finding home

I'm with James and Maddy in a place like Coed.

There are old hedges that we are clearing, because they have become restrictive to the design of the space we want to create.

These are not practical hedges, they are more like a maze, or an allotment site become over grown.

We have cut them down to the ground and will create a new path.

James is telling me about the importance in his life of using antibacterial cleaning spray. He asks me if I have been using it. I say only sometimes. He is concerned about germs and parasites and how they can kill people. He thinks I'm being irresponsible if I don't use it. I tell him about my herbs that can clear away parasites and germs from the body. I tell him that I don't need these sprays because of the herbs I use.

Now I see many more trees being cut down. And the land being divided up into plots. People are moving on and grabbing the plots fast, parking their cars on them.

I know I have a good plot around here somewhere, it's just a matter of finding it. I remember it has an oak tree in the middle of it, so I see the tree and go there. This is my space which is now being surrounded by other people's smaller plots. As I move to my plot I stab my foot on a sharp stick.

Up above there are helicopters of war flying.

At a sacred dreaming sight. Australia. And a bit north African. Auspicious. When I walk in. I get two Australian women who become my guides. It means I can never better than them.

My dad there. We have to spend more time there. Not finished the work.

In a tent. Teenage boys being silly. Irritating.

I worry about them stealing stuff.

I have to go be around the fire with the girl I'm with.

Forget them.

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The crazy dancing in the car garage. Islam. People. Girls dancing topless. One of them I'm attracted to in particular.

There in one lady with double breasts on both sides.