I am at a wedding. I think it’s someone Spanish. The are lots of men from the same family all wearing similar black suits. They are all speaking in a foreign language. A girl shows up, all she is wearing is a bikini with a white jumper or cardigan and stilettos. She used to know one of the men. He tells her to leave. For some reason I think she knows my twin.
There is a dome. I am inside this barrier. My dad is there. It looks a bit like a zoo pen. The autistic boy I used to look after is there. The space is filled with furniture and stuff, like a room. He comes up to me for a hug. I play with him for a bit then leave.
I have got this incredible gun, it is enormous and electronic. I carry it with me to the wedding. I am carrying it while I walk back too. I am with a friend, but I don’t know who it is, possibly my younger sister. We have left a bit early. On the way out I saw an Asian woman in bed, her daughter was in bed with her too. I’m not sure what’s wrong with her. Male members of her family are sitting on the bed. I give her something as I leave, not sure what. Her daughter smiles and acknowledges it. We don’t say anything though.
Outside it is starting to rain. Then I turns to sleet, it is grey and slushy. It looks like the bicarbonate of soda I dropped on the floor yesterday then spilt water over. It is spitting down on us. The streets look empty, there aren’t many people about. The pavements and the buildings are all made out of a beautiful stone. The buildings are large and architecturally beautiful. I think we must be in a city.
I don’t know when this part happens but there are two people, a woman and a boy having a competition. They have insects crawling all over them. The boy is determined to win. The woman looks like she is about to give up though. There are two presenters standing near by. It reminds me of I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.
I am back in the city. Me and a friend are being followed by David Beckham. He wants to catch up with us but is too shy. I realise he wants to be friends with us. There is a group of people near by, they are watching to see what we do. We stop at the bottom of some steps, we can hear him talking to himself, saying he wished we’d talk to him. He reaches the top of the steps and I reach out my hand, he is a bit hesitant, then he comes down the steps.
Friday, 5 March 2010
My New Flat
I am living on an estate. My Mum and Dad are there, living together. My Mum is sitting in an armchair in her white night gown knitting. My brother Ed lives with them still. I go round because it’s Christmas. I give my mum a hug and a kiss. It’s not very tidy, it looks dark and cramped. I don’t think my Dad has managed to get rid of much.
I see a flat. It’s mine, I’m living there. The furniture is all in the same style. It is metal and painted silver frames with beige imitation wood. Flat pack stuff. The walls are light magnolia. There is a lot of it. I love all the shadows the metal work is casting on the wall. The kitchen is off the lounge. I don’t see a bedroom. There is a gas hob in the lounge. I keep trying to blow it out but it keeps reigniting.
I can see spiders. I am in my flat I look up at the ceiling and the long leg of a spider dangling from a cobweb. I am holding a spider, I’m afraid it’s going to bite me. It’s very big and hairy.
I am walking through the estate, I think I am catching a bus. I see Emma, a girl my sister went to school with, she used to live down the road. There is also another person with us, a girl, but I don’t know who. I think I may have gone back to school, and I may be singing again.
I am taking a walk. To look at some other houses. I find this one place, on a board walk. Someone has painted their ideal home on the wall. This would be the persons second home. It reminds me of one I saw on Escape to the Country the other day, which was a renovated cottage, part of which was a dove cote.
While I am looking at this painting a dog runs up to me. He is barking a lot. It is Barney. He has just had a hair cut. I can see his skin is very pink and his nose is runny. I feel his neck and he is very warm. I consider taking him to a vet and leaving the bill with the owners. I want to take him somewhere with me, but there is another dog there and he keeps barking at it.
I see a flat. It’s mine, I’m living there. The furniture is all in the same style. It is metal and painted silver frames with beige imitation wood. Flat pack stuff. The walls are light magnolia. There is a lot of it. I love all the shadows the metal work is casting on the wall. The kitchen is off the lounge. I don’t see a bedroom. There is a gas hob in the lounge. I keep trying to blow it out but it keeps reigniting.
I can see spiders. I am in my flat I look up at the ceiling and the long leg of a spider dangling from a cobweb. I am holding a spider, I’m afraid it’s going to bite me. It’s very big and hairy.
I am walking through the estate, I think I am catching a bus. I see Emma, a girl my sister went to school with, she used to live down the road. There is also another person with us, a girl, but I don’t know who. I think I may have gone back to school, and I may be singing again.
I am taking a walk. To look at some other houses. I find this one place, on a board walk. Someone has painted their ideal home on the wall. This would be the persons second home. It reminds me of one I saw on Escape to the Country the other day, which was a renovated cottage, part of which was a dove cote.
While I am looking at this painting a dog runs up to me. He is barking a lot. It is Barney. He has just had a hair cut. I can see his skin is very pink and his nose is runny. I feel his neck and he is very warm. I consider taking him to a vet and leaving the bill with the owners. I want to take him somewhere with me, but there is another dog there and he keeps barking at it.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
ABA Tutor
I am sitting in a room. I feel as if I have gone back in time. I see a television advert for some slip on shoes. They look like the sort of shoes my Nan wears, but this advert is showing young women wearing them. It says the shoes are practical but also attractive and that they will impress your boyfriend. There isn’t much furniture in the room, just some chairs and a table. I am sitting on a chair in a very proper posture, my knees together and my back straight. There is a child in the room I am observing, it looks a bit like me. It is about three or four years old, has thick honey blonde hair to just below the shoulders, but it isn’t smooth and silky, it looks a bit messy and unkempt (like my sisters hair). The child finds some toys under my chair and goes into another room, I think she is going to put them away but she comes out with more toys. I realise then the child is autistic, it reminds me of Matthew. I take some of the toys back into the toy room and we go back into the other room. That’s when the mother comes in.
I am in my bedroom, I see some animals outside. They look like a cross between goats and deer. One of them comes into my room through the window. It is very shy, it is ginger and white (like the cat downstairs). It tries to go out of my door but it can’t open it. After a few moments it comes back to me and lets me stroke it. It has a slightly alien looking face. But very beautiful. I get to hug him and hold him.
I am in my bedroom, I see some animals outside. They look like a cross between goats and deer. One of them comes into my room through the window. It is very shy, it is ginger and white (like the cat downstairs). It tries to go out of my door but it can’t open it. After a few moments it comes back to me and lets me stroke it. It has a slightly alien looking face. But very beautiful. I get to hug him and hold him.
Friends Again
I am friends with my old school friend KC again. We are waiting for a bus. I am walking up the lane, holding books in my arms and with a heavy bag. Sometimes she walks with me, sometimes she is already at the bus stop. It is sunny and green and leafy.
There is a big house. My friend lives here. There is an older man, in his fifties who owns the house and there are a couple of women who work there. They don’t like KC. I’m visiting. These women seem to be looking for ways to get her into trouble. I think they are just jealous because this old man likes her. He doesn’t notice what is going on. There is a flood in the house. KC has got her shoes wet and her skirt. I’m afraid she’s going to get into trouble but she doesn’t. This man seems to think she’s younger than she is. One of us is saying she is 36.
I am walking around a housing estate. There is a castle in the middle of it. There is a group of us. I think KC is here to start with, then we all get separated. I can hear a man with a New Zealand accent being interviewed. He is saying he never used to believe in something but he does now. He was supposed to be going somewhere, I think he’s a sports man, it was something to do with sport, but he couldn’t go and so the Prince rang him up. A news reporter is telling us that you can now be photographed from up to 600 miles away and that it’s not illegal, although they were trying to stop it.
I go inside this large building with this group of people. It looks like a factory now. Something is going wrong with it. Me and this man, who looks like the doctor from satsung, are sitting at a computer, we are trying to fix something. I don’t really know what I’m doing though. He is printing something out. I don’t think we’re getting anywhere with it. The others are still walking round the building. We are waiting for them. I am looking for a way to get out. I see some pipes, they look rusty and broken in places.
There is a big house. My friend lives here. There is an older man, in his fifties who owns the house and there are a couple of women who work there. They don’t like KC. I’m visiting. These women seem to be looking for ways to get her into trouble. I think they are just jealous because this old man likes her. He doesn’t notice what is going on. There is a flood in the house. KC has got her shoes wet and her skirt. I’m afraid she’s going to get into trouble but she doesn’t. This man seems to think she’s younger than she is. One of us is saying she is 36.
I am walking around a housing estate. There is a castle in the middle of it. There is a group of us. I think KC is here to start with, then we all get separated. I can hear a man with a New Zealand accent being interviewed. He is saying he never used to believe in something but he does now. He was supposed to be going somewhere, I think he’s a sports man, it was something to do with sport, but he couldn’t go and so the Prince rang him up. A news reporter is telling us that you can now be photographed from up to 600 miles away and that it’s not illegal, although they were trying to stop it.
I go inside this large building with this group of people. It looks like a factory now. Something is going wrong with it. Me and this man, who looks like the doctor from satsung, are sitting at a computer, we are trying to fix something. I don’t really know what I’m doing though. He is printing something out. I don’t think we’re getting anywhere with it. The others are still walking round the building. We are waiting for them. I am looking for a way to get out. I see some pipes, they look rusty and broken in places.
Friday, 26 February 2010
Rebuilding a Home
I am walking. I am with someone, a young men. First we are walking along a road, then we come to a round about. There are some fields and some trees, but no buildings. The road looks new.
I come to some land, it might have been built on in the past. But now it is a hole in the ground with large chunks of walls and things sticking out, it hasn’t been filled in very well. Moss is growing over the walls, so it has been like this for a while. It is very dangerous to walk across, there crevices and steep drops. There is a road and some houses on the other side, this ground is kept private though by a hedge, there is a gap in the hedge leading to the road, there would also have been a private drive in front of the houses that have been demolished.
A small boy, is walking towards me from across the road and through the gap (it is very wide). He looks a bit strange, he is taking fairy steps. A small white dog, I think it’s a poodle crosses the road to see me too, I stroke the dog. The boy is about 10. I cross the road with both of them to take them home. There is a man working on his car outside one of the houses. There is no front garden just a space for the car. This is the boys dad. He is nice. He tells me we can go inside. I go through the front door, it is dark inside. His mum is there. She takes the boy and puts him to bed. Then she comes down and makes us a cup of tea. She is chatting to me from the kitchen. I think I am sitting in the dinner room, it is dark so I can’t tell and there is lots and lots of furniture.
I am outside again. I have walked to a field. I think this woman might have come with me. She had been complaining about her husband and how he doesn’t talk to her. In this field people are building their own homes. A couple, they are quite old are telling us how easy it is. The man is fixing up their water supply, he says it doesn’t cost much and it only takes a few days. They’re not proper houses though, they look like large trailers.
I come to some land, it might have been built on in the past. But now it is a hole in the ground with large chunks of walls and things sticking out, it hasn’t been filled in very well. Moss is growing over the walls, so it has been like this for a while. It is very dangerous to walk across, there crevices and steep drops. There is a road and some houses on the other side, this ground is kept private though by a hedge, there is a gap in the hedge leading to the road, there would also have been a private drive in front of the houses that have been demolished.
A small boy, is walking towards me from across the road and through the gap (it is very wide). He looks a bit strange, he is taking fairy steps. A small white dog, I think it’s a poodle crosses the road to see me too, I stroke the dog. The boy is about 10. I cross the road with both of them to take them home. There is a man working on his car outside one of the houses. There is no front garden just a space for the car. This is the boys dad. He is nice. He tells me we can go inside. I go through the front door, it is dark inside. His mum is there. She takes the boy and puts him to bed. Then she comes down and makes us a cup of tea. She is chatting to me from the kitchen. I think I am sitting in the dinner room, it is dark so I can’t tell and there is lots and lots of furniture.
I am outside again. I have walked to a field. I think this woman might have come with me. She had been complaining about her husband and how he doesn’t talk to her. In this field people are building their own homes. A couple, they are quite old are telling us how easy it is. The man is fixing up their water supply, he says it doesn’t cost much and it only takes a few days. They’re not proper houses though, they look like large trailers.
Latoya
I see a seashore. It is a rocky, but the sea is really blue. Parts of it seem to be made up of photos. I am with someone. I think it’s a man. We are lifting up some of the photos to look behind them, but all there is darkness behind them.
I am friends with a black girl. I think it might be a girl I used to work with. She used to like films about sea animals that killed people. We go to see a question and answer session at a work skills conference. We watch from a balcony, the speakers are all talking in jargon and I don’t think they’re saying anything useful. I think it’s funny how seriously they take themselves. One of them looks like Lenny Henry. Later we see him from behind going into a lift, he has greying hair. Everywhere is very dark, the walls are dark the floor is dark. I’m not sure if this girl likes me. I see her reading a newspaper that is on the floor, I am talking to her and she is nodding and making noises but I don’t think she is listening to me.
I am walking through a library and I hear two foreign voices, they sound very high pitched as if they are imitating the Birmingham accent but they are Polish. It is two men.
I am friends with a black girl. I think it might be a girl I used to work with. She used to like films about sea animals that killed people. We go to see a question and answer session at a work skills conference. We watch from a balcony, the speakers are all talking in jargon and I don’t think they’re saying anything useful. I think it’s funny how seriously they take themselves. One of them looks like Lenny Henry. Later we see him from behind going into a lift, he has greying hair. Everywhere is very dark, the walls are dark the floor is dark. I’m not sure if this girl likes me. I see her reading a newspaper that is on the floor, I am talking to her and she is nodding and making noises but I don’t think she is listening to me.
I am walking through a library and I hear two foreign voices, they sound very high pitched as if they are imitating the Birmingham accent but they are Polish. It is two men.
Ley Lines
There is a small village, most of the houses are along one road. My books are here on book shelves. There are tubes along the shelves, and there are red lights that keep flashing, I think they are telling me there is a snake there. I am climbing to get on the bookshelves, because there are loads of concrete tubes on the ground and I see a very large snake in one of them. There is a woman there, she is telling me that the people didn’t want to live there because they were afraid of a snake, then someone found a 20ft python and so they started building. But some people still there is a snake there. I agree with them, and I don’t know how to get home because I’m afraid to move.
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