Together we sing and cry.

With James, Joe, conor, and a group of performing people. We are doing a music show.  We smoke some spliffs - Joe wants to make a really big one. James gives me this thing to chew. It's a cannabis like thing. We are getting high . I worry that we will be late for the performance time it's important that we get high before the performance. Conor smokes out if the window

I see J and R in their house. R curls her self up on the chair.

Dad in dream. He tells me that he has got into some trouble by saying that Joseph of aramethia was a Satanist. 

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I am running away from home, from something that has caused my soul to rebel, from something that has made me restless and impatient.

I am walking up the hill. I find myself wandering into the old garage and there I find an old sports car with the keys in , so I decide to drive it. I know I could get into trouble for this but the rebellious energy takes over me. .

I drive up the hill with my foot on the accelerator, getting faster and faster. I see speed cameras up ahead, but I am enjoying the speed too much to be concerned about slowing down. Besides, it's not my car so I won't get fined.

I go through one speed camera, and another and another, each time getting faster. I see the camera flashing, knowing that the authorities will be on to me. I hear a police car in the distance and guess that it's best I get off the road now.

I drive down some back roads, until I get to an old abandoned industrial place. Scrap metal is lying around and piles of bricks. There is a stream running at the bottom of the yard, and the plants and trees have grown up around it. The stream emerges out of a tunnel and my instincts tell me to go inside the tunnel to hide and get away. At first I am daunted by the idea but then I see light at the end of the tunnel and the thought of getting away from the police becomes stronger than the fear of the tunnel.

I pass through the tunnel and at the other end I come to some fields. I recognise where I am. It's the country side I am familiar with. There is a farm house up ahead. I go into the farm yard, and I see a pic sty. There are three pigs and they are drowning, the water is rising.

The biggest of the pigs manages to push down the top of the wall which lets the water out, but the smallest of them has already drowned. Now the farmer arrives with a gun. He needs to kill them. Their meat is needed by the locals. He shoots the two that are still alive in the head and also slits their throats. As the blood drains from them, so does their life. The farmer stands in the midst of this death.

Now my friends arrive. There is going to be a party. I can still hear the police cars in the distance, so i want to get away again. I see some rocks leading down into a valley which looks peaceful. I start jumping on the rocks. I am taken back to my childhood, a reminiscent memory of joy jumping the rocks. I jump over all the rocks, tears streaming from my eyes.   There's a friend here with me.  This friend is autistic. He has a special relationship with the rocks. They are his anchor. They also help him to fly. The more I jump the more I merge with my friend. Together we begin to fly. As we fly two dogs arrive and travel with us.

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I am in a room with a lady who is playing guitar and singing. The more she sings the more emotional she becomes. She starts crying as she sings. When she realises that I am listening she apologises for being so emotional. I feel the need to cry with her, because my heart feels broken, and her song is helping me release the grief. I tell her to keep singing and together we sing and cry.