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The war is over!

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Friday, May 5 2017

1. Wartime. Kiddo and I live in one of the houses near our garden on Cogs street. I go to work every day and she stays to play alone. My gran lives about a block away, but she hasn’t visited us yet. Other houses are mostly deserted. One evening I come home carrying a full black backpack; I don’t know what’s inside, but I have a feeling that it’s something really bad. I check that Kiddo has eaten all the food I’ve left for her and discover that there’s s

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9spaceking saves the day

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Sunday, April 30 2017

Early spring. Abby and Jamie were in danger and Goodwin had to save them. The danger involved a bomb, a flood in a river and peanut poison in a yet unspecified form. The dream started in Summerhouse where I was with Goodwin who was thinking what weapons to take. I had quite an arsenal, but he took nothing and went to where the girls were through a portal in the loom room. I didn’t follow him, but saw the next part as a disembodied presence. Goodwin arrived at a roadside cross t

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Alex. The date

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Saturday, April 22 2017

2. In this dream the Hub was more complex, like a staircase with numbered levels and corridors with doors, supposedly each leading to a different location. I was working in a hotel restaurant kitchen and lived in a flat in what seemed the same building, although later it turned out that the whole structure is the Hub. Kiddo lived there with me, not sure what she was doing when I was at work. One day I was really tired from carrying heavy pots and generally from the that noise and busy atmosph

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Warsong

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Wednesday, April 19 2017

3. Michael is marching in a straight line across the fields through the blizzard, strumming a small guitar and singing in a hoarse, raspy voice. He is wearing warpaint and an unbuttoned brown shearling coat. I cannot make sense of what he sings, it’s like a really bad death metal growl; however, the sound of both his voice and guitar stays the same volume even when he falls face first in a snowbank and then crosses a river walking underwater. He walks past a lean-to where two boys in their

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Two witches' servant chased by storm

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Wednesday, March 8 2017

3. I volunteer to be a witch’s servant. She sends me on errands in Hometown and every time her enemies chase me with a storm cloud that I have to escape jumping over the fences and hiding in shadowy gateways.   Then I have to wash her black-and-red skirt which is immense – the hem is at least 50 yards long and there are dozens if not hundreds of tiny pockets along the hem that I have to check and empty before washing. They contain among other things a brown painted Easter

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Detained on the border

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Friday, March 3 2017

1. I had gone from Hometown to Belarus on foot. This mostly involved climbing sandy hills overgrown with spring flowers, although at one point I walked through a dimly lit airport and stopped to talk to some Polish guys, telling them that Manchester is a beautiful city, but Colchester is even more so, trying to make use of about a dozen words I know of Polish. On the way back, I got detained at the border. I had a radio in a hip holster and used it to call the border patrol officer of a

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Raft race and malevolent trees

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Tuesday, February 21 2017

1. A win-or-die kind of race in bamboo rafting. Except instead of rafting in a lake or river, I race down a steeply tilted semi-circular concrete drain at a breakneck speed, balancing sideways on a single golden stem and holding another one for balance. The diameter of the drain is only very slightly bigger than my ‘raft’ and am wary of getting my toes shredded.   2. A hillside in a forest. There is not much vegetation under the trees, apart from some white daffod

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The undead

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Wednesday, February 8 2017

1. A long dream about Methos faking his death again and again, but leaving a clue every time for me to find. The last time seemed hopeless; I knew that there was a clue in a painting, but nothing else. I was in a big room with amber-coloured walls and there were paintings everywhere, both framed and unframed, hanging on the walls and propped against them, and stacks of unframed sketches covering every surface. I called my friends for help. Maria brought a watercolour painting of purple m

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The name day of baby Jesus

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Tuesday, February 7 2017

1. I’m attending a work meeting in what looks like the biology classroom in my old school – a multi-level room with worn, scratched desks. The coordinator gives a small bouquet of flowers to every Catholic in the room, saying “Happy name day of baby Jesus!”. When she gets to me, she spreads all the remaining flowers all over my desk. There are forget-me-nots, tiny pink roses and white tulips. I don’t have the heart to tell her that I don’t go to church any

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Monastery in winter and birds in the spring

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Thursday, April 21 2016

I lived in a monastery with lots of other people - monks, nuns and ordinary folks too. Peter was there and we slept in separate beds, side by side, holding hands. The dormitory was huge, with two endless rows of beds. When all the noise died down at sleeptime, I went to him for a cuddle. In the morning Peter was gone; nobody knew where. To distract me from frantic searching, an elderly priest asked me to go for a walk with him to show me how the peasants survive the winter. There was so m

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