Dream 84
Dream #84
4:43 am. Lately, I've been quite out of sorts. No energy – like the aftermath of a dose of the flu.
Not two hours ago, I awoke with limbs of jelly, dragging myself out of bed, and staggering to the stable door to gulp the cold, salty, dark air into my lungs.
I made a cup of tea, and put on a podcast of a Reith lecture to lull myself back to sleep. Soon I found myself walking across a dusty town Square.
Dream Story - Blue Blood
Dream story- Blue Blood
Blackness is quite frightening, and it doesn’t go away when I open my eyes, why is that? Close them, open them, same difference, no; wait a minute, open them and there is a distant glow of – what could it be – brake lights? Must be, they are red - strange shape though, more like flashing numbers. That’s it. A red flashing sign, telling me eighty-eight dash eighty-eight. Funny that. Wonder how far it is to the sign, must be a long way off, the sound of white noise in my ears, where is that coming from?
Dream Story- In touch…….
On the outskirts of a small town, stood a house, one of about a dozen comprising a close. It was not quite a cul-de-sac, because the builders had left vacant a plot of land at the end of the road – probably in order to extend the road into the fields beyond at some later date – should more houses be required. It was this green oasis at the end of the road, that the children who lived in the identical red brick houses of the close used to gather to play