September 27th, 2014

Sunflower head

The War Monument Dream

A dream I had on Wednesday morning started with us living in a house in a smaller town. It was built into a hill, and we had a short back garden full of mosses and ferns that abruptly finished on a cliff, taller than the house. There was a pick-your-way down path that lead up it to the grassy topfield, which was ours up to a tall spreading Oak tree. Beyond that it belonged to the school, a boarding school full of serious children who misbehaved, but quietly. We knew they snuck into the field and even sometimes down the cliff - I had in fact planted some good springy bushes along the base, to minimise the damage should somebody slip - but no damage was done, not even the cat scared. Collapse )