Monthly Archives: February 2013
On a hill by a country road in the middle of nowhere, I was walking alone. It was beautiful and sunny. I might have been trying to get somewhere, but I’m not sure. Suddenly I spotted a giant pencil at
I was walking through some gardens. Formal sort of thing. And lots of lovely old buildings dotted around. There was a yoga class going on, in one building by a little grassy wooded knoll. I think I left J— sitting
We were much younger than we are now. We found a house and we thought it was ours. It had a garden and a fence round it. It was all on one storey. But it had been turned into a
I was riding a stallion through a train station. The horse had great big muscles and goggly eyes, and the train station was all glass and marble and the horses hooves were clattering and slippering around. I told it to
More middle of the night trigger words: Bedroom in middle of woods. One gold key. Miles of quiet street annoying as I’m with bike. Impossible hand. I am window puppy with whiskers. R— said J— in a bar with two
Middle of the night trigger word fragment notes, as aforementioned in ‘about this blog’: Sawagaki Hills. By train or car. Shoehorn. Cowboy boot earring. Have to win! Ran out of change. H— and B—. Massage in a purple cubicle.
[dream continued from ‘prayer in the dark’] …I walked back up to the glass door and saw that the lights were now on and there were people in there, buzzing around. I could hear my tutor group in one of