Just a few images from last night.
Most of the dreams involved me being with a group of men and
we’re trying to disarm bombs that are all around us. Everything is dark and gloomy, and we’re
dressed in heavy Kevlar vests and face visors.
As we make our way systematically undoing this damage, we come across
what appears to be a resort. There are people
lounging around in the midst of upturned earth and rocks, with very inadequate
housing. I walk into a room occupied by
children of all ages. I am struck by
their apathy, they don’t seem interested in anything, although this room is
filled with all sorts of colourful books and toys.
I decide that it’s time for me to relax for a bit, and as I
sit down, I say, “I would very much like to be your grandmother for a little
while. Would you accept me as your
grandmother?” The little ones, 3-5 year
olds stir and quickly walk over to me.
The older ones also sit up. I
reach for a book and prepare to read from it.
Inside, I’m weeping, and hope that through the story, I’ll
be able to bring a sense of wonder, hope and magick to their colourless lives.
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