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Vincent. The bullet

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Thursday, August 17 2017

I was running all the time, don’t know whether it was ‘running from’ or ‘running to’, people were trying to trip me, stop me. I was getting locked up a few times, but escaped every time jumping out of the window. From my gran’s house I climbed out of the ground floor window and ran southwards. It was a cold cloudy day, but not winter, maybe late spring. Then I ran into the cemetery and some people chased me upstairs in the bell tower of a new wooden church

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Amber and Nightshade

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Sunday, July 30 2017

I lied to my family and told them I’m going on a date with my boyfriend, but instead I went to the cemetery to work on a scientific paper in mineralogy on the properties of Baltic amber. The cemetery was stunning in the silence of the clear autumn afternoon and the variety of colours of the autumn leaves. I sat on a bench reading a book that mostly had charts and diagrams, waiting for my scientific advisor. He soon arrived and when I told him about my lie, he flirtatiously said it does

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Toys, boys and the power of my voice

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Sunday, July 16 2017

Summer, English countryside. I’m a guest in a posh mansion, spending most of the time entertaining the lady of the house by playing music and engaging in intelligent conversation. The dream is unusually filled with sound – music, birdsong through the open French door, the sound of my own voice that seems to flow untamed and unobstructed. Afterwards I say my goodbyes to the lady of the house and go to staff quarters to return the violin I’ve been playing. A middle-aged m

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Post-apocalyptic broadcast

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Saturday, July 15 2017

1. Post-apocalyptic setting – a huge city of mostly crumbling or burned out tower blocks, overcast gray sky, no green anywhere. For some unspecified reason, it is impossible to travel by land and the few remaining survivors are trapped in the top levels of the tower blocks that have survived destruction. I’ve made my home in what looks like a publisher’s office, at least I know that I while away the days by reading, feeling calm and unhurried. I also listen to the messag

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Peter and Persephone

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Tuesday, June 13 2017

  2. Ambiguous setting – it seems to be a late foggy evening, almost night, but everything is clearly visible. I’m going to Peter’s house to talk about some important matter. I walk under a high brick arch, cross the front garden and approach the gray cottage that’s surrounded by a dark fir forest. I know that Peter is on the roof, probably smoking and watching me, although I don’t see him. Another bearded, dark-haired man opens the door and says that Pet

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Prison party

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Saturday, June 3 2017

2. I was in a girl gang with Ivy and some fifteen other, unfamiliar girls. Ivy looked more like Megan Fox, but still was her own unmistakeable self. It was a cold winter day. The lot of us were walking along the train tracks that ran in a deep ravine on our right. We reached a place where Ivy had a secret drug cache; she removed a small bag of dried toadstools and put it in the pocket of her red fur coat. There was a zipline going all the way down over the train tracks to a wire fence on the

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Smuggling otters

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Sunday, May 28 2017

  2. I was in a swamp, standing in about a foot deep clear brown water. It was late evening, but I could clearly see the moss, sticks and dead leaves at the bottom of the pool. The pool was full of small white stingrays, none bigger than my hand. Then I saw an otter swim past and in my head heard a woman’s voice in Latgalian telling me a story about how otters had gone extinct in Latgalia and how she smuggled some in from Poland. She mentioned kolkhoz, which suggested it happened n

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Alex. The Summer Show

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Saturday, May 20 2017

6. I had been tricked into going into a dark labyrinthine building to watch a performance called The Summer Show. Admission price was one spoon that I had taken from gran’s kitchen. The show was captivating, although it mostly involved following a choir along the dark corridors; the music they sang sounded like Corvus Corax – men’s voices accompanied by distant drums. All the singers had their heads wrapped in black fabric, but they seemed to know where to go without lookin

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Art vs hive mind

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Friday, May 19 2017

? Night-time, vast flat field. I was sitting on the grass with various craft materials strewn around me, trying to figure out how to weaponize Chinese lanterns. I made a few round lanterns out of embroidery hoops and white silk. The scene was illuminated by burning torches stuck in the ground in a wide circle around me and I picked one of those up to light my lanterns. They ascended about 30 feet and burned up completely. Then I made two square lanterns out of painters’ canvas on

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See?

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Tuesday, May 16 2017

I was travelling the Apiary side of Hometown, looking for a missing girl. I knew nothing of her, except that she was missing. While travelling on buses and staying in a hotel by the lake, I saw three random people reading Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries. Then there was a tiger hiding in the tool shed behind the hotel and eating the piglets, which could not be allowed to continue. The shed and pigsty were located in a small backyard and the only way to get there was down a long flight of

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