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.

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.

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.