Another Wedding

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.

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.

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.

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.