The gates of Heaven.

Lions. Crazy weapons.

I want a spear.

We are up a big tall place looking down on the river.

Baby Lions running along behind. Golden Lions   .

The shop keeper.

William Blake quote in stone snake.

Unusual swords.

Dream

I find the gates of heaven. They are nothing special. I see a few beings moving through them, and it is they who inform me what I have found.

I'm at Coed. I meet Nan and Rawls in the poly tunnel. They are wondering about things to do. I have to take out some shit in a plastic bag. The work is still relentless.

I'm in a field with a friend. We watch these two grass cutters run over the field. They get tangled up and one of them breaks.

My friend who I believe is Phil picks up the shell which has the number on and gives it to them. One of the farmers is old and skinny. He has bad breath. He comes over to me and asks me what I think of his field. I comment politely that it's not got drainage. He thinks it's a good field. I've been here before in a dream and I know this space and landscape at a deeper level. While the farmer explains that he is just maintaining the grass, not realising that if he put drainage in allot of the weeds would disappear, a barn owl and her baby fly past.