Here is another selection of weird jottings I have made on my phone. It is no good me writing notes, I cannot read my own handwriting as was obvious today. Our writing group, Writers in Stone, had an excellent workshop with horror writer, Polly Hall, author of ‘Myrrh’ and ‘The Taxidermist’s Daughter’. Polly set us various exercises and when it came to read them out it was a nightmare as I couldn’t actually read what I’d written!
If you have no interest in other people’s dreams then skip that bit – I confess I always am interested in others weird imaginings!
- Starry night, quirky camping
- I had another dream of walking in a sunny unknown city. There were old ruins and many people. I went round the same places again and again until eventually I was at a school which was an old building. I was in a classroom lined with bookshelves up to the ceiling. The children were aged about 11-12 and sat, sun-dreaming through the windows. I told the children what a marvellous class they were and how proud I was of them. They were a ‘lower‘ ability class but I didn’t tell them that, they worked and tried so hard.
- The soul of the hat
- The river never stops teaching
- The goddess Alne
- Ruth Barrow
- Another dream which starts in black and white is set in America. There are a group of men spread across a hilly meadow and it seems they are escaped prisoners on the run. Somehow this changes to a crowded vehicle and we are now in colour. It is maybe a coach or a plane, and I view it as a tracking shot down the aisle.
The passengers and crew are all being held hostage by the prisoners with guns. A man in a tan jacket, curly black hair and full moustache, has somehow managed to pass himself off as a flight attendant (as is possible in dreams) and he minces down the aisle collecting glasses. There’s a bit of a muddle with an elderly lady in a wheelchair but the man in the tan jacket is pushing her down the aisle.
Somehow he manages to hide in a cupboard at the end of the aisle, diving over the bin to hide behind it (the cupboard is in an ordinary domestic kitchen unit under a sink.)
The gunman (now only one now, the others have disappeared as things do in dreams) fires at the unit but the bullet whizzes over the head of the man hiding there. It was very exciting and dramatic, very colourful, and there may have been music. There may have other scenes interspersed with the man in the jacket evading the men with guns and at some point someone (maybe me) was trying to fill in forms but forgetting details.
I’m exhausted!! - Stairwell C
Lois Elsden 