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Thunderstorm and nebula

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Sunday, September 17 2017

1. I was in my gran's kitchen, telling an unfamiliar woman about how I went picking berries in the forest with Vincent. I had a mental picture in mind as I was narrating, but not that "being there" feeling. I told her how we got caught up in the lightning storm, it was thundering hard, lightning flashing without stopping, the rain was pouring. I had a light purple dress on that looked glued on to me by the rain. Vincent was dressed in black, he took his glasses off as they were wet

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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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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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Basement workshop

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Sunday, March 26 2017

  3. I was working at a long wooden workbench in a basement room. I think my job was to do with carpentry or woodturning as there were curled wood shavings everywhere and it smelled strongly of pine resin. Every once in a while, I would go to the window the top of which was at my eye level and would look across the street at a huge clock face that was half underground same as my window. The clock hands were both stuck on 1 o’clock and never moved, although I hoped they would indica

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