Dreams dreams dreams
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smokingbootWandering near an old overgrown railway line, approached by I assumed to be a golden retriever... As it came closer I realised it was a young male lion. He wasn't that interested in me, but bimbled off exploring the track. I carried on walking, turned a corner and found a pride of lionesses and cubs.
They were mainly on hills or in trees. Nearby was some kind of coffee van, people sitting around tables, one woman playing with her huge pointy-eared dog/wolf. It all looked serene enough. Walked on, met the Matt Smith version of Dr Who, we wandered a town I know well in dreams and not at all in real life. Up a slope to 'The Pale'* which in other dreams has been a walkway beside a canal/river/ trench full of fascinating if strange and deadly beasts. Now the Pale had overspilled, and the walkway itself was flooded. One could still walk through but it might be dangerous; The Doctor read a note on the gate (what gate? There's never been a gate before!) telling people that the beasts were in rut, so best avoided on account of extreme bad temper.
Sure enough, we looked down over the riverside and there was a huge croc/gator watching us with yellow eyed orneriness. We were backing off just as some massive snake thing broke through the gates; released, it dwindled from WTFisthat to stegosaur to goat size and strayed off, seemingly harmless. We went away too, and I found myself with my family, father included, though I don't recall him saying anything. My mother reproaching me for not looking after my brother. The child she lost was there too, and she pointed out to me how my brother looked after the child. It spoke but I don't know what it said.
The lions were much easier company.
*I know of the connotations of the Pale in Ireland, I didn't know the term was used also to denote the area to the West of Russia where Russian Jews were allowed to settle. As my ancestry seems to include Irish beyond and within the Pale, and very likely Russian Jewish ancestry, there's a poetry in this. Having said that, as said ancestry seems to entail pretty much every country in Europe, it's very inclusive poetry!
So much for sleep. There is a huge amount of very dull work to do today before we set off for Whitby. So here I go...Here I almost go. Here I sit with another cup of tea. Happy Weekend!
They were mainly on hills or in trees. Nearby was some kind of coffee van, people sitting around tables, one woman playing with her huge pointy-eared dog/wolf. It all looked serene enough. Walked on, met the Matt Smith version of Dr Who, we wandered a town I know well in dreams and not at all in real life. Up a slope to 'The Pale'* which in other dreams has been a walkway beside a canal/river/ trench full of fascinating if strange and deadly beasts. Now the Pale had overspilled, and the walkway itself was flooded. One could still walk through but it might be dangerous; The Doctor read a note on the gate (what gate? There's never been a gate before!) telling people that the beasts were in rut, so best avoided on account of extreme bad temper.
Sure enough, we looked down over the riverside and there was a huge croc/gator watching us with yellow eyed orneriness. We were backing off just as some massive snake thing broke through the gates; released, it dwindled from WTFisthat to stegosaur to goat size and strayed off, seemingly harmless. We went away too, and I found myself with my family, father included, though I don't recall him saying anything. My mother reproaching me for not looking after my brother. The child she lost was there too, and she pointed out to me how my brother looked after the child. It spoke but I don't know what it said.
The lions were much easier company.
*I know of the connotations of the Pale in Ireland, I didn't know the term was used also to denote the area to the West of Russia where Russian Jews were allowed to settle. As my ancestry seems to include Irish beyond and within the Pale, and very likely Russian Jewish ancestry, there's a poetry in this. Having said that, as said ancestry seems to entail pretty much every country in Europe, it's very inclusive poetry!
So much for sleep. There is a huge amount of very dull work to do today before we set off for Whitby. So here I go...Here I almost go. Here I sit with another cup of tea. Happy Weekend!
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Date: 2020-10-25 08:42 pm (UTC)