It's early morning in the meadow, my three friends are here and they're looking at me expectantly, standing (if you can call it that) in a line of sorts. They look up and all speak at once 'tree, fox, leaf, bat, pumpkin, spider' etc. I look at Goblin and he gives a little shrug, looking at me from beneath his lowered head in a bashful sort of way. I'm so happy I dance & squeal with delight!! Even if they learnt the words parrot fashion & have no idea what they actually mean this is real progress. Incredible is the only way to describe it. I squat down & we have a group hug, right there in the middle of the clearing, in the middle of the meadow beside the path. Path, what path? Ahhhh THAT path. It seems there's now a path through the meadow.
I peek through the long grasses either side of it to see where it ends up. I want to know where it goes. Goblin takes my hand gently, I pick up Bones, who isn't the fastest mover on the planet, & we set off. Three Legs is happily bounding along beside us with his ball in his mouth as we move from the clearing & begin our journey. My three friends are happily chatting away as we walk, every so often one of them mentions 'Pore & Lorr' & I eventually begin to understand a bit more about them. From the little I can gather, they're a bit naughty really & you don't get one without the other. They go through this, my dreaming land, causing havoc & mayhem at every turn, despite the huge efforts on the part of their sister, Trin, to curb their behaviour. Hmmm I'm not very sure I want to actually meet them really.
We're on our way to Afrikalafrica I think. It was just mentioned by Bones. To begin with I thought that was the name of my beautiful meadow, but now I know it's a faraway land of enchantment. I have vivid pictures of magical griffon rides through clouds coloured by rainbows...I can hardly contain my excitement. Finally, I get to learn a bit more about my friends. The slithering sound has been following us now for quite some time, it doesn't get any closer, it just follows at a distance. It's only there when things are good, so it doesn't worry me, Pore & Lorr are a bit worrying though I must admit. We stop at a stream, it's a hot day & I slip my bare feet into the water to cool off before we begin the next part of our truly amazing journey. Blast! I'm awake.
Tuesday 29 June 2010
Chapter 9
I woke up this morning with a headful of Pore & Lorr, Afrikalafrica wasn't very far behind it to be honest. I did a little research on the subjects & found out the Pore & Lorr are gnomes! Why on earth would gnomes be in my Happy Place? The mind truly boggles! What's more, they have a family supposedly, a younger sister called Trin. I have been savouring this heady delight, my new information. On the other matter Afrikalafrica, I don't know very much. My inquiries have left me a bit bereft. All I managed to find out was...it's a faraway land that can't be reached easily. You need to fly there on the wings of griffons that habitate the far off lands of dreaming. It's all a bit of a puzzle really.
I can't wait to go to sleep tonight. I have a soothing bath & a cup of hot milk to help me on my way, then I toss & turn fitfully because the night is just too warm. While I lie there, I think about this magical land & wonder why my friends seem hesitant & scared at times. I wake up in my sleep & stroll out into the garden. It's night & the birds and bats can be heard like whispers. The fairies are about, flitting between the branches in the wood at the bottom of my garden. There is no gloom, the moon is riding high & sending beams down that light everything they touch. All around me there's busyness & activity. Mamma fox is feeding her babies, the hedgehogs are slowly making there way across the grass, into the wood to search for bugs in the moss & dead leaves. Spiders scurry across webs lit up like lace in the moonlit sky as I walk past, hoping no doubt that my movement will bring flies for them to wrap. Tonight it's a happy place, I don't feel scared.
Goblin is by my side. Although he appeared as if from nowhere, he didn't make me jump or startle me. It was as though I was expecting him. He seems happy, the ominous feelings of my last sleep have left us for the time being and his smile is as radiant as the sun that warms my happy place. He nods & does a little flourish, probably dancing to a tune in his head as usual. He has a gait like a dance, maybe there is no music, maybe that's just how he moves?
I point to each thing I can see in turn & say it's name, I try to speak out loud but it's more like a whisper when it leaves my lips. Tree, fox, leaf, spider, bat, pumpkin.. I would love for Goblin to be able to talk to me. I know what the world says about English people expecting the rest of the world to speak their language because they're too lazy to learn any themselves but this is different. I don't think Goblin has words for these things where he is from. It's almost as if he can only describe feelings & emotion, not actual words that might form a sentence. Three Legs & Bones don't seem to have many problems communicating with him but it's usually when they're either happy or frightened. I point again & repeat the words, slowly, over & over. He doesn't repeat them as I was hoping he would. He nods & smiles & carries on his weird little dance to the tune that might be in his head.
I'm awake, back in my own bed. Sunlight is pouring in through my bedroom window & the alarm is making enough noise to wake the dead! Good morning world, what new levels of hell can you find to stress me out with today I wonder!?
I can't wait to go to sleep tonight. I have a soothing bath & a cup of hot milk to help me on my way, then I toss & turn fitfully because the night is just too warm. While I lie there, I think about this magical land & wonder why my friends seem hesitant & scared at times. I wake up in my sleep & stroll out into the garden. It's night & the birds and bats can be heard like whispers. The fairies are about, flitting between the branches in the wood at the bottom of my garden. There is no gloom, the moon is riding high & sending beams down that light everything they touch. All around me there's busyness & activity. Mamma fox is feeding her babies, the hedgehogs are slowly making there way across the grass, into the wood to search for bugs in the moss & dead leaves. Spiders scurry across webs lit up like lace in the moonlit sky as I walk past, hoping no doubt that my movement will bring flies for them to wrap. Tonight it's a happy place, I don't feel scared.
Goblin is by my side. Although he appeared as if from nowhere, he didn't make me jump or startle me. It was as though I was expecting him. He seems happy, the ominous feelings of my last sleep have left us for the time being and his smile is as radiant as the sun that warms my happy place. He nods & does a little flourish, probably dancing to a tune in his head as usual. He has a gait like a dance, maybe there is no music, maybe that's just how he moves?
I point to each thing I can see in turn & say it's name, I try to speak out loud but it's more like a whisper when it leaves my lips. Tree, fox, leaf, spider, bat, pumpkin.. I would love for Goblin to be able to talk to me. I know what the world says about English people expecting the rest of the world to speak their language because they're too lazy to learn any themselves but this is different. I don't think Goblin has words for these things where he is from. It's almost as if he can only describe feelings & emotion, not actual words that might form a sentence. Three Legs & Bones don't seem to have many problems communicating with him but it's usually when they're either happy or frightened. I point again & repeat the words, slowly, over & over. He doesn't repeat them as I was hoping he would. He nods & smiles & carries on his weird little dance to the tune that might be in his head.
I'm awake, back in my own bed. Sunlight is pouring in through my bedroom window & the alarm is making enough noise to wake the dead! Good morning world, what new levels of hell can you find to stress me out with today I wonder!?
Monday 28 June 2010
Chapter 8
I'm back in the meadow. I have company. Three Legs isn't running around playing with his new toy though. He's sat on the ground with me, shuddering. Goblin is keeping lookout as though he's expecting something & Bones is just sat there, looking at me. Bones doesn't have eyeballs but it seems he's looking at me & he's looking worried. I talk to them, tell them that they're in my dreams & not real, there's nothing to worry about because I can protect them. I have no idea if they're listening, I don't speak often & don't even know if they're able to understand me...I try to keep my voice soothing, my face calm & my movements slow & exact to convey the message I'm trying to send them.
Although not cold, the weather in my meadow is overcast, there is no sun. Dark clouds are forming, mixing in with the light ones & trying to take over...this is my happy place, why is it like this instead of sunny, or covered in rainbows. What has caused the sky to behave like this, why are my friends scared & shaking. I haven't got a clue but I think I'm going to find out soon enough. Goblin isn't dancing. Every sinew in his body is poised to attack & his breathing is shallow. I get up, walk over & take his hand. I smile...he just looks scared. He's muttering under his breath, I can barely make out the words but it sounds like he's whispering 'Pore & Lorr' over & over. 'Afrikalafrica' is mixed in there too & I'm wondering if that's the name of this place where I am. The slithering is noticeably absent today, or is it tonight, it's hard to tell. Bones rattles over to Goblin & I, Three Legs is still shaking & I beckon him over. I get the feeling it's best we stick together.
We stay in our little formation waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. It's a bit of an anticlimax really. At that moment I realise I know nothing about the beautiful little monsters that live in my world when I go to sleep. Do they have families, homes, pets etc the way the beings in my waking world do...or are they alone, all they have in the world is each other. Do they go home or do they merely cease to exist once I'm awake?? These are things I aim to find out, one way or another over the coming days I need to know. I should work on a way to communicate with them, we can tell moods & emotions all we need now is a common language.
Although not cold, the weather in my meadow is overcast, there is no sun. Dark clouds are forming, mixing in with the light ones & trying to take over...this is my happy place, why is it like this instead of sunny, or covered in rainbows. What has caused the sky to behave like this, why are my friends scared & shaking. I haven't got a clue but I think I'm going to find out soon enough. Goblin isn't dancing. Every sinew in his body is poised to attack & his breathing is shallow. I get up, walk over & take his hand. I smile...he just looks scared. He's muttering under his breath, I can barely make out the words but it sounds like he's whispering 'Pore & Lorr' over & over. 'Afrikalafrica' is mixed in there too & I'm wondering if that's the name of this place where I am. The slithering is noticeably absent today, or is it tonight, it's hard to tell. Bones rattles over to Goblin & I, Three Legs is still shaking & I beckon him over. I get the feeling it's best we stick together.
We stay in our little formation waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. It's a bit of an anticlimax really. At that moment I realise I know nothing about the beautiful little monsters that live in my world when I go to sleep. Do they have families, homes, pets etc the way the beings in my waking world do...or are they alone, all they have in the world is each other. Do they go home or do they merely cease to exist once I'm awake?? These are things I aim to find out, one way or another over the coming days I need to know. I should work on a way to communicate with them, we can tell moods & emotions all we need now is a common language.
Tuesday 22 June 2010
Chapter 7
Peace. The sweet smell of the meadow is the first thing I notice when I open my eyes. Goblin is grinning at me & Three Legs is running around excited to see me. There's a red ball on the ground by his back foot & I pick it up & toss it gently across the clearing. He looks at me like I've temporarily gone nuts & doesn't even attempt to chase it. I can see I'm going to have fun teaching him this one. The rainbows seem to be missing, perhaps because the sun is high in the sky & a shimmering heat haze has settled across the imaginary land.
I turn suddenly because I sense something behind me. A higgledy piggledy set of bones is looking at me, not a scary one though if you can imagine that! They look quite sweet. Smiling even. There's a skull connected to a backbone, arms, legs & a tailbone. My goodness, shocking! It's feet & hands don't appear to be much in evidence but who needs them anyway. Goblin comes over, maybe he wants to introduce us. He gabbles away in a foreign tongue still dancing to the tune in his head. The pile of bones, that we'll call Bones, starts to shake with mirth, I wonder what was so funny. They're looking at me laughing, I don't think they're laughing at me, but I'm not laughing so it can't be with me either. Over my shoulder Three Legs has finally discovered how to play with a ball. Bones & Goblin are actually looking past me & seem to be chuckling at Three Legs attempts to play with the weird object that's round.
Even though Bones has arrived in our happy clearing, I can still hear the distant sound of slithering. Three Legs has all his fur back now, he does look a bit odd actually, it's all different lengths & textures, soft to the touch & various shades of blue. He's a cute little monster, he has a mouthful of squared off teeth that glint at me when he grins. Goblin takes my hand & gently pulls me closer to Bones. I sit down beside him & Three Legs runs over to join us, ball in mouth. Three Legs snuggles into my side & I look Closely at Bones. He needs a bit of help in the flesh department. Is it my job to restore all the monsters in my happy place.... I don't get that feeling, but I must keep returning here for some reason. Perhaps it has something to do with the slithering...who knows. I didn't get a good look at the slithering being at all because the phone rang. I wish it'd trust me & come close again. Shame, but maybe one day. I turn around & stare at Goblins contented little face with the odd protrusion and it starts to fade, I'm losing my grip, waking up, but smiling broadly.
I turn suddenly because I sense something behind me. A higgledy piggledy set of bones is looking at me, not a scary one though if you can imagine that! They look quite sweet. Smiling even. There's a skull connected to a backbone, arms, legs & a tailbone. My goodness, shocking! It's feet & hands don't appear to be much in evidence but who needs them anyway. Goblin comes over, maybe he wants to introduce us. He gabbles away in a foreign tongue still dancing to the tune in his head. The pile of bones, that we'll call Bones, starts to shake with mirth, I wonder what was so funny. They're looking at me laughing, I don't think they're laughing at me, but I'm not laughing so it can't be with me either. Over my shoulder Three Legs has finally discovered how to play with a ball. Bones & Goblin are actually looking past me & seem to be chuckling at Three Legs attempts to play with the weird object that's round.
Even though Bones has arrived in our happy clearing, I can still hear the distant sound of slithering. Three Legs has all his fur back now, he does look a bit odd actually, it's all different lengths & textures, soft to the touch & various shades of blue. He's a cute little monster, he has a mouthful of squared off teeth that glint at me when he grins. Goblin takes my hand & gently pulls me closer to Bones. I sit down beside him & Three Legs runs over to join us, ball in mouth. Three Legs snuggles into my side & I look Closely at Bones. He needs a bit of help in the flesh department. Is it my job to restore all the monsters in my happy place.... I don't get that feeling, but I must keep returning here for some reason. Perhaps it has something to do with the slithering...who knows. I didn't get a good look at the slithering being at all because the phone rang. I wish it'd trust me & come close again. Shame, but maybe one day. I turn around & stare at Goblins contented little face with the odd protrusion and it starts to fade, I'm losing my grip, waking up, but smiling broadly.
Chapter 6
It's the hour of the night when I should be asleep. I'd like to be asleep, in the nice place I can feel safe & happy in. Tonight the demons have crawled from their hiding places & have decided to stalk me though. Damn demons! Go away & let me sleep!
Perhaps I'm already asleep & the demons have taken over my dreaming place. I get up & everything's in darkness. I look around for Goblin, he isn't here, he might be hiding...I walk out into the garden, there isn't any moonlight, clouds are covering the night sky & stopping the magic. I'd rather have the magic. There's a creepy eeriness in the air, it's a bit frightening & I hesitate to go any further. I'm standing on the grass not knowing what to do, there's blackness everywhere, not just darkness, but pure black. I can't even see the door & have to feel my way back to the house with my arms out in front of me so I don't smack my face on the door frame. Something is brushing against my leg, I scream but don't make a sound. This doesn't feel right. I'm beginning to get scared. How can the door be so far away, I'm sure I only walked a few steps. SMACK! Argh there it is!
Walking through the door makes me feel safer, I shut it firmly behind me & slide the bolts into their casings. I'd like to see whatever was out there try & get me now. Or perhaps I wouldn't. Yep, that's it, I really wouldn't. I shudder as I walk down the hall, something must have walked over my grave. My hair stands on end & the skin on my arms prickle with goosebumps. This is ominous. Yes, that word again. I have a bad feeling about walking around my own house. The shadows are scaring me, they're very faint, there isn't much light even in here, my eyes have just got more used to the dark. The shadows are moving, swaying from side to side although there's no breeze, there aren't any shapes here that could cause such awkward looking shadows either though. Hmmm I need to wake up! I don't like this...where are my new friends, are they hiding? Are they scared too.....Thank goodness for the alarm clock. I never thought I'd say that but I'm quite relieved it's going off. I wake up in a cold sweat, still tired & knowing I have a full day ahead of me. I make tea & trudge to the shower....I really need to find my friends & my happy place again.
Perhaps I'm already asleep & the demons have taken over my dreaming place. I get up & everything's in darkness. I look around for Goblin, he isn't here, he might be hiding...I walk out into the garden, there isn't any moonlight, clouds are covering the night sky & stopping the magic. I'd rather have the magic. There's a creepy eeriness in the air, it's a bit frightening & I hesitate to go any further. I'm standing on the grass not knowing what to do, there's blackness everywhere, not just darkness, but pure black. I can't even see the door & have to feel my way back to the house with my arms out in front of me so I don't smack my face on the door frame. Something is brushing against my leg, I scream but don't make a sound. This doesn't feel right. I'm beginning to get scared. How can the door be so far away, I'm sure I only walked a few steps. SMACK! Argh there it is!
Walking through the door makes me feel safer, I shut it firmly behind me & slide the bolts into their casings. I'd like to see whatever was out there try & get me now. Or perhaps I wouldn't. Yep, that's it, I really wouldn't. I shudder as I walk down the hall, something must have walked over my grave. My hair stands on end & the skin on my arms prickle with goosebumps. This is ominous. Yes, that word again. I have a bad feeling about walking around my own house. The shadows are scaring me, they're very faint, there isn't much light even in here, my eyes have just got more used to the dark. The shadows are moving, swaying from side to side although there's no breeze, there aren't any shapes here that could cause such awkward looking shadows either though. Hmmm I need to wake up! I don't like this...where are my new friends, are they hiding? Are they scared too.....Thank goodness for the alarm clock. I never thought I'd say that but I'm quite relieved it's going off. I wake up in a cold sweat, still tired & knowing I have a full day ahead of me. I make tea & trudge to the shower....I really need to find my friends & my happy place again.
Saturday 19 June 2010
Chapter 5
I'm back in the meadow with my little monster friends, I find myself sloping off at various times of the day just to have a nap now. I want to know what they are, what is slithering in the grasses & why they've decided to haunt my dreams, what do they want me for...
It's a nice day In my imaginary world, the space I've created in my head to go when I sleep. The sun is warming my face as I lie back & feel content. My two new friends are here with me, one is lying across my lap...it's no good, I have to name them, lets call him Three Legs. My other little friend I shall call Goblin, because he looks almost like one in an odd kind of way or rather, he almost looks how you would imagine one to look. Goblin is sat on the edge of the clearing, almost out of sight looking for things in the long grass that only he can see, his foot is tapping to the beat in his head but he looks happy enough. I can hear the noise the snakes make, it's far off in the distance & doesn't seem to be getting any closer. I wish it would, I'm very curious. I scratch Three legs behind his ears, they're healing well now, they have hair & everything. In fact there are only a few patches on him that don't have any & his flesh has stopped dropping off because it has skin to hold it in now. He's rubbing his head on my arm & making contented noises almost like a purr...but he's not a cat. He's Three Legs, my friend.
The slithering is getting closer at last, Goblin is watching the path it's taking & has a big beaming grin on his face. He shouts something I can't understand at whatever it is & it comes to a halt right beside the clearing. I hold my breath in anticipation, I think if I sit up a bit I might be able to get a glimpse but I'm afraid to move incase I scare away whatever it is. I stay as still as I can, hardly daring even to breathe. The being in the grass stands up but before I can get a good look I hear the phone ringing & ringing from far away. What's a phone doing here? Ahhhh it's stopped & I can stay here in my peaceful place a little longer....Noooo the ringing is back! It must be Stray, why did I give her my secret phone code?! I rather abruptly wake myself up & stagger over to answer the ringing.
It's a nice day In my imaginary world, the space I've created in my head to go when I sleep. The sun is warming my face as I lie back & feel content. My two new friends are here with me, one is lying across my lap...it's no good, I have to name them, lets call him Three Legs. My other little friend I shall call Goblin, because he looks almost like one in an odd kind of way or rather, he almost looks how you would imagine one to look. Goblin is sat on the edge of the clearing, almost out of sight looking for things in the long grass that only he can see, his foot is tapping to the beat in his head but he looks happy enough. I can hear the noise the snakes make, it's far off in the distance & doesn't seem to be getting any closer. I wish it would, I'm very curious. I scratch Three legs behind his ears, they're healing well now, they have hair & everything. In fact there are only a few patches on him that don't have any & his flesh has stopped dropping off because it has skin to hold it in now. He's rubbing his head on my arm & making contented noises almost like a purr...but he's not a cat. He's Three Legs, my friend.
The slithering is getting closer at last, Goblin is watching the path it's taking & has a big beaming grin on his face. He shouts something I can't understand at whatever it is & it comes to a halt right beside the clearing. I hold my breath in anticipation, I think if I sit up a bit I might be able to get a glimpse but I'm afraid to move incase I scare away whatever it is. I stay as still as I can, hardly daring even to breathe. The being in the grass stands up but before I can get a good look I hear the phone ringing & ringing from far away. What's a phone doing here? Ahhhh it's stopped & I can stay here in my peaceful place a little longer....Noooo the ringing is back! It must be Stray, why did I give her my secret phone code?! I rather abruptly wake myself up & stagger over to answer the ringing.
Friday 18 June 2010
Chapter 4
I'm falling down the black spiral tunnel towards the land of Nod. Relief washes over me as I give up the fight & succumb to the dark. My eyes scream their gratitude when the Sandmans labours work & the scratchy achy tiredness hits my soul. But am I truly asleep, are my eyelids twitching the dance of the carefree? Yes, I think they might be.
My two new friends are waiting for me in the meadow, both looking happy to see me. I lean down and glide my fingers under the chin of my latest friend, he looks up elated to have finally found someone to love him. While I was awake, I pondered for a while over where I had seen my latest friend. Nothing came to mind. I cannot remember having met him ever. It's quite odd. On this, our second meeting, he seems even more familiar than the first. It's certainly something I'll have to ponder. The rainbow mists have gone now & wind has picked up in the meadow, the flowers & grasses are swaying gently & there's no bird song to serenade us. The slithering of the snakes is silent. Perhaps my latest friend had an entourage to guide him to me, to make sure the stranger (that's what I am in this place) would cause him no harm.
My little friend is still happily bouncing around to a tune in his head, he takes my hand & pulls me firmly to the edge of the clearing, butterflies are playing, dancing through the long grass. I sit watching them for what seems like ages. My latest friend has three legs. Not in a 'should be four' kind of way, he looks like he's always just had three. He gets around very well considering, his weight is evenly balanced between the three & he isn't falling over all the time. He doesn't look like a dog, he looks like a hairless boney platypus. Alot of his skin is missing & when he moves, bits of flesh drop to the ground. When I play with him & love him, it doesn't.....it almost seems as though it heals. I like this thought. It makes me happy. I listen as I sit playing on the grass with my two new friends, the slithering sound has started again. I can't think why whatever it is doesn't just come over & say hello. I don't bite, not often anyway & even then there has to be alot of provocation or begging. I can see the path it's taking as it cuts a swathe through the grass in the meadow. I call out to it, it stops for a moment to consider it's options & then carries on it's way, slowly at first, then picking up speed it resumes it's previous course.
As I sit here, I'm thinking of the games I could bring for us to play. How I'm going to bring them I don't know, I've tried using my head to imagine them there & that hasn't worked (although it should because it's my dream after all) & the logistics of how to get things from waking to dreaming are something I shall once again have to ponder. I can see I'm going to have to do alot of pondering!
DING DONG! DING DONG! yes, awake again just as it was finally getting good! I guess I should answer the door then.
My two new friends are waiting for me in the meadow, both looking happy to see me. I lean down and glide my fingers under the chin of my latest friend, he looks up elated to have finally found someone to love him. While I was awake, I pondered for a while over where I had seen my latest friend. Nothing came to mind. I cannot remember having met him ever. It's quite odd. On this, our second meeting, he seems even more familiar than the first. It's certainly something I'll have to ponder. The rainbow mists have gone now & wind has picked up in the meadow, the flowers & grasses are swaying gently & there's no bird song to serenade us. The slithering of the snakes is silent. Perhaps my latest friend had an entourage to guide him to me, to make sure the stranger (that's what I am in this place) would cause him no harm.
My little friend is still happily bouncing around to a tune in his head, he takes my hand & pulls me firmly to the edge of the clearing, butterflies are playing, dancing through the long grass. I sit watching them for what seems like ages. My latest friend has three legs. Not in a 'should be four' kind of way, he looks like he's always just had three. He gets around very well considering, his weight is evenly balanced between the three & he isn't falling over all the time. He doesn't look like a dog, he looks like a hairless boney platypus. Alot of his skin is missing & when he moves, bits of flesh drop to the ground. When I play with him & love him, it doesn't.....it almost seems as though it heals. I like this thought. It makes me happy. I listen as I sit playing on the grass with my two new friends, the slithering sound has started again. I can't think why whatever it is doesn't just come over & say hello. I don't bite, not often anyway & even then there has to be alot of provocation or begging. I can see the path it's taking as it cuts a swathe through the grass in the meadow. I call out to it, it stops for a moment to consider it's options & then carries on it's way, slowly at first, then picking up speed it resumes it's previous course.
As I sit here, I'm thinking of the games I could bring for us to play. How I'm going to bring them I don't know, I've tried using my head to imagine them there & that hasn't worked (although it should because it's my dream after all) & the logistics of how to get things from waking to dreaming are something I shall once again have to ponder. I can see I'm going to have to do alot of pondering!
DING DONG! DING DONG! yes, awake again just as it was finally getting good! I guess I should answer the door then.
Chapter 3
I'm awake & yet I'm strangely not at the same time. My little friend is back looking at me but I'm not in my house. There's rainbows. I can feel a fine mist land on my cheeks & I do what any normal completely sane person would do, I close my eyes, open my mouth wide & stick out my tongue. It's not cold, the mist is cooling but I'm still happily warm. I have clothes on, the ones I wear in the daytime which means I must be having a quick forty winks. My friend is dancing to a beat in his head, I can pick it up from the way he moves but I can't actually hear it. We walk and I can sense eyes following me, not fairy eyes, but eyes of the creatures in the place we are. Where are we I wonder....
There aren't any bricks, any windows or doors, nothing man made as far as I can tell. I'm in a strange meadow, full to the armpits with wild flowers & plants, they look a bit dry, it's a very warm day. In the distance there are some trees & the mist causes the rainbows to cast a colourful glow over the land, it's so pretty. My little friend takes my hand, leads me into the middle of the meadow & suddenly I'm in a clearing. Under usual circumstances it may be a little bit odd that I allow a creature I don't know very well to drag me off into a field, but this one is in my head, in my dreams & my sleep, I'm safe with him. The others can't be that far away, I can hear a slight slithering, hissing sound. Imagine snakes, that's what the sound is most like, but not how snakes really are, just how you would imagine them to be. I love imagination. Anyway, back to the things that are making this sound....
The meadow seems alive now, rustling backwards & forwards in a most odd manner. The first to arrive looks like it used to be alive, well more like it forgot to die really. A bit of a face is smiling at me, the most beautific, happy to see me smile that I've ever seen, this is a happy wondrous little thing. It runs up & gives me a huge cuddle! I don't think 'eeek' I think 'wow'. I squat down on the grass in the clearing under the rainbow mist & hug back. I feel like I know this happy fellow, in another life, long gone maybe....who knows...familiarity washes over me like a warm bubble bath & I lie back & look up at the rainbowed sky. My little fiend is over to one side sitting on a rock, he looks over at me contentedly, he knew I'd be happy & not scared, this makes me feel special (in the good way, not the short bus window licker way) I feel beautiful, happy, safe, protected & warm. This is a lovely dream, I can't wait to find out what's going to happen next. I look down into the good eye (lets not talk about the other one) of my new friend & wake up....
There aren't any bricks, any windows or doors, nothing man made as far as I can tell. I'm in a strange meadow, full to the armpits with wild flowers & plants, they look a bit dry, it's a very warm day. In the distance there are some trees & the mist causes the rainbows to cast a colourful glow over the land, it's so pretty. My little friend takes my hand, leads me into the middle of the meadow & suddenly I'm in a clearing. Under usual circumstances it may be a little bit odd that I allow a creature I don't know very well to drag me off into a field, but this one is in my head, in my dreams & my sleep, I'm safe with him. The others can't be that far away, I can hear a slight slithering, hissing sound. Imagine snakes, that's what the sound is most like, but not how snakes really are, just how you would imagine them to be. I love imagination. Anyway, back to the things that are making this sound....
The meadow seems alive now, rustling backwards & forwards in a most odd manner. The first to arrive looks like it used to be alive, well more like it forgot to die really. A bit of a face is smiling at me, the most beautific, happy to see me smile that I've ever seen, this is a happy wondrous little thing. It runs up & gives me a huge cuddle! I don't think 'eeek' I think 'wow'. I squat down on the grass in the clearing under the rainbow mist & hug back. I feel like I know this happy fellow, in another life, long gone maybe....who knows...familiarity washes over me like a warm bubble bath & I lie back & look up at the rainbowed sky. My little fiend is over to one side sitting on a rock, he looks over at me contentedly, he knew I'd be happy & not scared, this makes me feel special (in the good way, not the short bus window licker way) I feel beautiful, happy, safe, protected & warm. This is a lovely dream, I can't wait to find out what's going to happen next. I look down into the good eye (lets not talk about the other one) of my new friend & wake up....
Thursday 17 June 2010
Chapter 2
The garden is truly a sight to behold at this time of the night. My little friend has led me through the back door & into the wonderland that is my garden. The moonlight is glinting off the leaves & lighting my way through the shrubs, up the overgrown path & into the wood at the end where the fairies live. Yes, I do believe in fairies & so should you. They work hard in the background to make the world a glorious place & you should be thankful instead of trying to pretend there's no such thing. Shame on you!! I can see them now flitting through the trees, the light's making their wings twinkle while they take off the dead leaves & lead lost, drunken, pollen laden bees back to their hive. My little friend doesn't seem to frighten the fairies, but I think he lives there too so they must be used to him. A pile of leaves shook in front of me & I peered into the glinting gray shadows to see what had decided to come out to meet me, I wasn't scared. My friend gabbled something, I was oblivious though, completely in awe of my surroundings. It was a new world. It reminded me of diving & snorkeling. You look at the water & see flat bluey green wetness......then you put your face in the water, bring your feet up, swim out a ways & a whole world opens up. One full of colour & vibrancy, movement, shape & shadows. Even at night, if you swim out & splash your hands the drops of water light up like magic. Phosphorous apparently, but still a little bit of glorious nighttime magic. See, I'm digressing again, I did warn you.
Back to the garden again I think. That's where the story is, it's not in the sea tonight. It might very well be one night, but not tonight. Tonight belongs to the garden and the thing that's lurking in a non ominous way in the leaves, in the woods, at the bottom of the garden where the fairies live.
I saw an eye, it was still attached and from the looks of it, it could see. Perhaps I was a big blob in shoes & pajamas with messy hair, but it seemed to be looking in my direction. It seemed happy, it had a happy twinkle in it that told me it liked me & I was welcome. I thought at first it was a hedgehog, I could only see the glow of one moonlit eye & it looked rather small. I was wrong, It was a fox. Under normal circumstances I might have been a bit apprehensive when faced with a fox with a glint in it's eye, but it seemed friendly so I went a bit closer so I could take a good look....I've always been a bit nosy (I know, hard to believe but still). I peered in through the bushes, past the glowing spider webs & saw not one but three foxes! They were only cubs & completely fluffy & beautiful! They seemed almost as interested in me as I was in them & one of them came over to give me a friendly nibble. My little monster friend looked smug & at that moment I realised he wanted me to become part of his world. Until that night, my monsters had kept me in my room, but now my little monster friend had shown me a wondrous new world that was lit with moonlight. I felt blessed, I could feel a glow about me & knew it was a glow of happiness. I woke up. I opened my eyes to see Findizzydingo leaning over me whining to go out. It was still dark when I unlocked the back door & looked out expecting to see the new world I had just discovered. The clouds were covering the almost up sun, the sky was a much lighter shade of gray & as I turned to follow the little dog in through the back door, I saw a glint.....
Back to the garden again I think. That's where the story is, it's not in the sea tonight. It might very well be one night, but not tonight. Tonight belongs to the garden and the thing that's lurking in a non ominous way in the leaves, in the woods, at the bottom of the garden where the fairies live.
I saw an eye, it was still attached and from the looks of it, it could see. Perhaps I was a big blob in shoes & pajamas with messy hair, but it seemed to be looking in my direction. It seemed happy, it had a happy twinkle in it that told me it liked me & I was welcome. I thought at first it was a hedgehog, I could only see the glow of one moonlit eye & it looked rather small. I was wrong, It was a fox. Under normal circumstances I might have been a bit apprehensive when faced with a fox with a glint in it's eye, but it seemed friendly so I went a bit closer so I could take a good look....I've always been a bit nosy (I know, hard to believe but still). I peered in through the bushes, past the glowing spider webs & saw not one but three foxes! They were only cubs & completely fluffy & beautiful! They seemed almost as interested in me as I was in them & one of them came over to give me a friendly nibble. My little monster friend looked smug & at that moment I realised he wanted me to become part of his world. Until that night, my monsters had kept me in my room, but now my little monster friend had shown me a wondrous new world that was lit with moonlight. I felt blessed, I could feel a glow about me & knew it was a glow of happiness. I woke up. I opened my eyes to see Findizzydingo leaning over me whining to go out. It was still dark when I unlocked the back door & looked out expecting to see the new world I had just discovered. The clouds were covering the almost up sun, the sky was a much lighter shade of gray & as I turned to follow the little dog in through the back door, I saw a glint.....
Chapter 1
Ominous is a great word. It conjures up all manner of things lurking in the wings, just waiting to pounce! he he he Pounce is another good word.
So here I am minding my own business, not an ominous thought in my head when I happen to think 'hmmm' not for any particular reason, it just popped into my head. Ominously! Life can't imitate art with me, never does, Tracey Emin can get paid millions for a disgusting old bed but when my house is a mess I just get fed up & none of the Saachis come over & offer me money. I'm alot more special than Tracey Emin. I'm not common for a start & can speak properly to boot. I digress though. You'll find I do that quite alot really.....for no reason, I think I'm going a bit mental?
Anyway, to get on with the matter at hand. Have you ever had a dream that was so wonderful you didn't want it to end? I have. Not your traditional type of good dream though...more like a nightmare that you didn't notice was horrible & full of monsters lurking ominously....Monsters don't scare me, I have big boots! Well, I own big boots but one broke so it's currently sitting in Shauns workroom waiting to be fixed...damn shame that, I broke my best boots! I have others I can use to kick monsters though don't you worry. Trouble is, the monsters in my dreams are very sweet & lovely, they don't hurt & look at you like they just want someone to love them. Kicking them is completely out of the question. They're adorable. I think they live in my garden deep under the earth & come out to play when I go to sleep. The pumpkin patch is my guess, they live under the pumpkins during the day & wait for the sun to go down & then they haunt me. They have a bit of skin sometimes but you can see the rotten flesh hanging from the bones that are covered in dirt. They smile at me, not that they have much of a choice, they have bits of face missing too. But the smiles are the sweetest 'love me' smiles you've ever seen. I don't name them, that would make them real & they aren't real, just figments of my rather vivid imagination. But they live under the pumpkins & play with the bats when the moon rides high & the sun has moved on to warm another part of our amazing planet.
One night, I had just dropped into the land of nod when one suddenly stood on the end of my bed! I was a little surprised at it's boldness, it usually takes them alot longer to invade my head. This little one had gumption & I don't mean the cleaner that came in bottles when I was a kid. It beckoned to me. I got up from my bed leaving the dog curled in a ball, snoring gently. I stretched & rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was dark so I figured I had better wear shoes or my toes would get a good bashing. I couldn't turn the light on, it would wake up the house & this was my own private world where I felt safe, protected & happy. I followed the little one into the hall & could see quite clearly that it had some clothes. Stripy clothes, soiled shoes & a little green hat with a feather in it. I didn't think it had been human at any point, it wasn't the right shape for a start. Very short legs, a curved spine & a rather bulbous protrusion sticking out of it's face that didn't look anything like a nose. Where was it taking me...I step over a twig & jerk myself awake.
So here I am minding my own business, not an ominous thought in my head when I happen to think 'hmmm' not for any particular reason, it just popped into my head. Ominously! Life can't imitate art with me, never does, Tracey Emin can get paid millions for a disgusting old bed but when my house is a mess I just get fed up & none of the Saachis come over & offer me money. I'm alot more special than Tracey Emin. I'm not common for a start & can speak properly to boot. I digress though. You'll find I do that quite alot really.....for no reason, I think I'm going a bit mental?
Anyway, to get on with the matter at hand. Have you ever had a dream that was so wonderful you didn't want it to end? I have. Not your traditional type of good dream though...more like a nightmare that you didn't notice was horrible & full of monsters lurking ominously....Monsters don't scare me, I have big boots! Well, I own big boots but one broke so it's currently sitting in Shauns workroom waiting to be fixed...damn shame that, I broke my best boots! I have others I can use to kick monsters though don't you worry. Trouble is, the monsters in my dreams are very sweet & lovely, they don't hurt & look at you like they just want someone to love them. Kicking them is completely out of the question. They're adorable. I think they live in my garden deep under the earth & come out to play when I go to sleep. The pumpkin patch is my guess, they live under the pumpkins during the day & wait for the sun to go down & then they haunt me. They have a bit of skin sometimes but you can see the rotten flesh hanging from the bones that are covered in dirt. They smile at me, not that they have much of a choice, they have bits of face missing too. But the smiles are the sweetest 'love me' smiles you've ever seen. I don't name them, that would make them real & they aren't real, just figments of my rather vivid imagination. But they live under the pumpkins & play with the bats when the moon rides high & the sun has moved on to warm another part of our amazing planet.
One night, I had just dropped into the land of nod when one suddenly stood on the end of my bed! I was a little surprised at it's boldness, it usually takes them alot longer to invade my head. This little one had gumption & I don't mean the cleaner that came in bottles when I was a kid. It beckoned to me. I got up from my bed leaving the dog curled in a ball, snoring gently. I stretched & rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was dark so I figured I had better wear shoes or my toes would get a good bashing. I couldn't turn the light on, it would wake up the house & this was my own private world where I felt safe, protected & happy. I followed the little one into the hall & could see quite clearly that it had some clothes. Stripy clothes, soiled shoes & a little green hat with a feather in it. I didn't think it had been human at any point, it wasn't the right shape for a start. Very short legs, a curved spine & a rather bulbous protrusion sticking out of it's face that didn't look anything like a nose. Where was it taking me...I step over a twig & jerk myself awake.
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