Wow, it's been over a year.
I went to a secret skip behind a charity shop with Alma (from my photography class) and Luca (Italian exchange) on Monday and found a 70's dream dictionary. Definitely reason to get the blog going again.
I had a pretty good dream to begin with last night.
I was at a party with mostly middle-aged women. It was busy and the line for the toilet was really long. I knew a house down the road with just a couple of ladies, so I walked along the main road in the dark (as I did when I missed my station on the train a few months ago) and as I walked along I noticed I was walking in a line with some police officers who were searching for body parts. I had a look too but I couldn't find any, then I was at the house. I went inside and used the toilet. Then I went back to the busy house.
As I got closer to the bigger house I realised a horse and carriage. Someone was on it searching for a fox. Then all of a sudden I had a black horse with a metal handle under it's mouth and I was leading it back to the house. We couldn't find the fox, then I lost the horse, then I heard it's hooves and found it. It was quite difficult to keep under control. My hand kept slipping off the handle and I gripped it by it's bottom teeth.
When we got back to the party Ben Manwaring (photography) wanted to have a go on the horse and carriage.
The dream dictionary:
Party: good news-bad news symbol of mixed fortunes and contrary omens. More fortunate to go to one than to give one.
Police: symbol of security in your life. I will get unexpected help with a current problem. As I type this I realise it's nonsense.
Horse: (has half a page of explanation) Black signifies delays. Bucking horse = some resistance to some current plan.
Fox: strong warning of danger around you from wily rivals or hidden enmity, unless you killed the animal or it was dead in which case you will out-wit the plotters.
(wierdly lucy asked me to wear a fox mask today for her project.)
I have a deadline monday and I'm sat here typing up my dreams.
