19th
A strange car, filling with water.... Platform kind of game and collecting
stuff.
A dream of Hurworth.. The house like it was but decayed.. The carpets bare, vacuum broken.
Dad & Christine were there and Zak as a baby, with a plastic baby bath and
nothing but an old sheet to dry and wrap him in.
Marie too, we had
shaved heads with numbers cut into our hair, I think hers was 27 something 276
meby.
20th
A big open kitchen it's on the side of a hill.
Industrial cookers.
Gas bubble tubes, they were a form of light and glowed and gas bubbles were in
the glowing liquid, they stood around person height.
It was harvest too, and bales of hay were being stacked.
Next dream was long
and visually good.
It was a return to collage dream, a bus from my main dream space south to
London.
The bus was an old coach and we each had a backpack of stuff.
Some of us had sort of small flying helicopter back packs only around 5 of us,
and we were using these to fly out the fire escapes and explore before
regrouping with the bus.
It was a night journey and we were flying away from the roads exploring.
We stopped of and a party in a house with a huge garden.
Neon and black lights.
All my stuff kept falling apart, shoes with sole's falling off an old style
phone that was broken into layers.
I didn't mind.
In the field of the party was a festival of speed, a mix of racing and fair
ground rides glowing in the dark.
I was with a guy who seemed to be my friend.
We'd lost the bus at this point and had flown up into a dark canal district,
standing on locks.
I think it was Liverpool somewhere as the guy I was with was complaining about
'bloody Scousers' The dream was fun but frustrating.
Last dream I was back in main dream space, very 70's hair styles.
In the newsagents store room. Lots of
family and strange stock, it was also dark.
21st
A long car journey, 4 of us squashed in the back sharing a blue blanket with a
logo on it.
The boot was packed with stuff.
At the journeys end was a meeting, I was talking to a friendly tribal guy. He was telling me stuff, I had my head
resting on his leg as he spoke.
I met with a female bus driver too, I was going to leave with her, we instantly
got on well.
22nd
Staying in a single story cottage in the country. The owners lived in a house close by it was
possibly a farm but the buildings were modern.
The male was a mix of Marcus and Ian, they were sort of smooched into
one.
Fay had got into an argument with them and whitest they were fighting over
something at a door they'd managed to clamp one of Kef's feet in the door and
he lost a toe.
Sureal stuff too, like a hole that opened in the floor that I dropped down... I
was hanging on a rope there before climbing back out.
Kef had surgery and the surgeon had decided to remove a toe from each foot for
balance was odd he had sort of 2 black hoof like projections from each leg
after.
Next dream also odd, it's an outside area where building work is going
on.
I was getting drinks for people from a cafe/bar and had keys to go into the
restricted area where the builders were.
I had a list of things people wanted me to collect or make. 2 bottles of beer for 2 guys working a
newsagent stand.. Some lego white sheep
for Marie, I was to make a grey lego goats head too.
The lego sheep were grazing and I needed to round them up, kef with his odd
toes would help.
I'd set off to collect them half bouncing half flying until I got distracted
by a giant bouncy mattress with maypole like rope ribbons to pull on.
I spent ages just bouncing around higher and higher.
Then some odd stuff, an alien female who I was supposed to be helping.. Was to do with her uterus and needing
surrogates.... But people kept forgetting and every time they did she lost
another preterm baby.
Next I was sleeping on a bunk bed in a kids play park... Laying on the top
bunk.
2 Lions were walking around and on the lamp post next to me a monkey was
hugging a domestic cat and a crow.
I'd walked from there to a funeral, I'd been going to visit family in Hurworth
but realised there was a funral on... It wasn't morbid but a calibration of
life.
The church inside was arranged with soft purple tired seating and people I
recognised had turned up, but they were younger... I realise lots of them are now dead but they
were arriving looking like they had in their 20's looking more like they were
going to a wedding.
I was wearing green, and inside a white owl was projected onto the
wall.
Last bit of the dream I was being strapped into a strange yellow machine, part
conveyor belt and part fair ground ride, I was with Jean.... Loads of stuff
going the other way too. Luggage in
black bin bags.