Its a hot Summers night and ive just woken up from a strange vivid dream about a train journey travelling at dusk along a coast that had a long flat area of occasional areas of pine trees that stretched down to a distant shore. The sea had recently surged inland to cover this area and had left large pools of water in the fields and the dusk fading light was shining on them. Their were also muddy estuary areas with channels still flowing with the returning water. I was extremely excited to see this sight and I was making quite a noise on the train !
Back in the real world ive just looked outside to see a half waned yellow moon sat level and precisely opposite my bed room window, in its Summer position then ( one of the joys of an East/West facing house )
Since feeling the " terrible " force at Glastonbury my dreams have been very odd. Something is developing. Yesterday, I swore as I unloaded something from my car that I heard a gentle, male voice say just one mundane word to gain my attention. I presumed it was a neighbour wanting me to move my car, but no one was around.
Im returning to a past blogging pattern of ranting my views on Drifting Sideways and posting my very subjective views on here again. Its a return to something again. I have old ground to cover again, but in a NEW way. 23
Tonight I also found myself looking back to the notes ive kept for the past 5 years regarding things mystical and have been quite moved and shocked by them. I however have to get some sleep now as I have a not very mystical wagon of straw arriving early tomorrow morning....
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