A new dream state.

A new dream state

Dream recorded - 6 October 2010.

The dream ive just awoke from again, err, more beautifull then any dream ive ever had, i feel lieke... this gypsy ping is some sort of magical, gasp, gift, which has now made me think on april the first, that the santa bombshell, is possibly, go-ner, go-ner explode, in tha, phhhk, most spectacular way. Because, ive talked about my, be leafs about santa, be four, to a, few people, erm, only one or two, urn, in fact one of the people i spoke this belief to was the guy, the guy whos, who who, sat sopposite me we chatted, i revealed to him, this santa belief i have. I don’t know why, because it just seemed right to do at the time, erm, i want to describe this this bloke, he was, gasp massive yawn, really tired voice, he wasn’t old, he didn’t feel old, yawn speak ends, he had a family, a wife and kids, and he had grey in his hair, and he just seemed i don’t know, whistle in, well he had his way, and i sat there, i i didn’t have ,but well i didn’t have what he had, but knew i was, another yawn, completely fine, and so we chatted and i told him about this santa belief that i had, and he said, in an Icelandic accent, well you must release this information into the world, when will you do so. Quick as a flash i decided well april first, next year, so 2011, what he actually said was, you you, he didn’t say you must realease this information to the world, intake of breath voice change, i will voice back to normal keep an eye out on the papers, and things, for this to turn up, and i, i told him well april the first is the day to look out for my friend, so then i wrote down, i wrote down, thats the thing, with the gypsy ping, Santa... Bombshell little bit early may june july august October November December and April fool. Kicking ass holly style i mean yeah magic pen, magic magic pen, magical pen, so i wrote a err, well ive written a lot of stuff, yawn sleepy voice, and all of it now is happy endings, and all of it now, is to make the world more beautifull and all of it now is to erm celebrate love and increase love and also have this idea that i want to meet Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, and that i want to share with them the way i walk through the world and i feel they would be people that would share the way they walk through the world. And maybe new ideas will blossom from each others walking, i mean they are obviously already walking thorugh the world, and then clearest voice so far, they came to me in my dream, it was such a brilliant dream, playing games around a table and realising i don’t care, and i might aswell seeing as im happy, if it will make other people happy, lose every single game, erm which made me actually the winner at the table which was, erm yeah, it was a fantastic dream and i felt, err like me and neil and terry had made a bond, inside of a dream world, a world which i don’t need anymore, well yeah, i don’t need anything, erm but this dream world, is a world that i love just as much as the real world that i arrive into when i awake every day, and erm, for quite a while, yawn, this is why i think the dreams in the dream world are very important, erm well to me anyway, to anyone else out there it might not be important i don’t know, i mean its as important as you want to make it, but for me this dream world is important. Because for the last five years ive not been on the ball, people who know me ive actually been telling this too now and i think there now coming to see and understand that, erm even though they thought i was doing err great or was err a great person or just you know a err good person, although some of them have said err yeah i was a great person so i thank them for that because thats a really lovely thing to hear and they of course are all great too, um, and i never ever thought i was a great person during the last, five or or whatever years, someone asked me today i told them, thats a great book*, theyve produced a film of that and he asked, yawn voice – was that recently, i said yeah well i think so, if between the last two or three years is recent, so this five years thing is not an exact amount of time, but now im thinking between five or seven years, i feel like my eyes went a bit closed, i feel like a bit like ive come out of a coma, like that ive been in since i was nineteen, the age on my passport reads twenty six, intake of breath, erm so, what would that be, that would be... seven years, not quite two world cups, so, erm anyway, what i was saying was that my dreams during the last seven years have not been beautifull, well they have been, amazing yes, they have been interesting yes, but they have not been beautifull, solely for the f f fact that, i believe that what you do and see in your waking life and also the state of your thoughts and actions and i guess your soul, your conscious everything, i mean which this makes common sense doesn’t it, has a relation upon your dreams, erm, and now the change in my mind state in the state of my dream world, is at such erm, whats the word is at such parallel, contrast... i mean ive been studying my dreams almost subconcioulsy, and putting effort into it aswell a bit of both, for as long as i can remember now, and so i came up with this theory that something id do, would crop up three days later in my dream and this changed depending on the impact on my mind of the, of what i had been doing, so if i had been doing things which my mind felt weren’t too important than yes three days later, certain aspecets of those days would pop up into my dreams, but if i had done something like met, ok so i was once in this forest and there was this, erm, a chap called Kevin, his name was Kevin and he was err he spoke some words out loud that i thought were really powerfull and amazing, erm really really great poet and he, turned up in my dream the very same night, so obviously a deeper impact on my mind sped up, the resulting dream, well ok this is just a theory, but what ive come too now, is that my mind is in its perfect state, a beautifull state, yawn its great, i can see the power to prove my hypothesis that, what ive always thought about dreams is that, reality has come true at least here and now in the world im sitting in erm, and this neil gaiman and terry pratchett dream was beautifull and it had a lot of parts in it at one time that i would have felt were quite nightmarish and possibly would have stepped down a nightmarish road, but it, well my dream world flowed into goodness and i was able to experience everything in the dream without worries anxiety or doubt, and i went back to sleep, rest, after writing some more things, yawn, and the next dream ive had, the one ive just woken up from, was change in tone of voice brighter, was the most beautiufll dream ive ever had, erm it was like a story world, and there was, it was like being at the circus and there was all these different charachters and i was a character myself this new character this thief, well he wasn’t a thief to begin with, if he had the choice and then it was almost as if he didn’t have the choice because there was this bike it came riding along with no one on it, it was dancing, on the field, there was music under a tent, a big top canvas tent, music played and people sat round in a circle, to talk, and then i myself wanted to talk because the things they were saying, were just a regurgitation, of what had gone before, and the things i was going to say where new but then, there was no need to say them because, the circle broke up and everyone went out into the world, out of the tent, well some people did, some people stayed and played music, this girl in a stripy jumper next to me then played, and sung so beautifully that i thought, why would any other ever want to sing, or leave, and then i left her as this bike came torwards me, i spotted this bike outside dancing, there was no one riding the bike, the bike rid on its own under the stars and it was dancing round and round, and err it called me then and i danced with it and i cycled, on its way in and then it glided and stopped beside a bench, and on the bench there was a gramophone and on the bench there was a violin and i had something in my hand that i could use to play the violin something that was musical in itself that i could rub across the bows the strings, and i ermm err didn’t have to play the violin cozz when it turned into this musical mechanical musical device, it was shaped like a bottle with twisted metal and their were gaps between it and a handle you could turn and when you turned it really did play, sharp intake of breath, an almost unimagible beautifull tune, its making my body shake right now, as i think about it, erm, and i played that tune then i noticed to the right of me that the gramophone had moved onto a table with all other objects where there was a little, yawn full on yawn speak, little glass bottley thing made out of dolphins, leaping out of the glass, and loads of other really precious items and then these, street kids came, like urchins who had no money and they
were French and this one said, ah i really want this and he really wanted this sort of mystical object and i knew that he really really did, and i didn’t work there, but i sorted pretended that i was, erm and the urchin said, ill give you this, and he gave me this, this silver thing, it looked like, it was going to have his name in it and stuff, and like it was a dog tag but, it suddenly turned into a coin, and that coin i knew was less than a pound, and i think the gift i was giving him was worth far far more than a pound, but away i exchanged anyway, and then another street kid came and he wanted the dolphins bottle, and he was younger than the first boy and didn’t seem as sort of err, as much as big intake of breath, deadly force in the world, ok the first boy wasn’t a deadly force, but a sharp and cutting one and this other boy seemed softer, and erm i gladly let him have his bottles dolphins, for his coin that was worth less than a pound, and then i had in my hands a lantern, the money from the street kids, and the violin the bike, a musical instrument, the gramophone, all things that a minute ago, or more, phroar, time, were not mine, and err, big breath, and i thought, hmmm, maybe i can sell more things of this shop, and i nearly did when this Chinese man, big set, with a white shirt came and was causing a rucus as to what was going on, he said, hey are you the normal person that works here, and i said no, and he said, what are you doing, you can not sell these, these for such a price and i said, oh no, and then i sort of noticed the boys sort of scarpered off behind me and i realised i had all these objects, in my hands, and i was trying to leave to get, away from this man, so he didn’t realise, that anything was up, and he said, to me right, im going to go tell... like he was going to go tell the security, because, something was amiss, and he told me to go back and tell the owner of the shop, who had just arrived, and in answer i said, okay i will, and i turned round to head torwards this man, he called him Mr Powcheenie, or Whatever, and i was like yeah ok, ill go speak to Mr Powcheenie, even though i didn’t know who this Mr Powcheenie was, but i was sure i spotted him, so i turned back to go and see this Mr Powcheenie, but as soon as the other Chinese man was out of my view turning to go and visit the security, that was it, breathing in, i, i was out of there, but not fast, slow, like a thief would do, weaving in and out of the crowd so i wouldn’t be spotted by the security, i didn’t actually know what sort of year this was, but then crrrk crrrrk i could hear walkie talkies, erm so knew that they could have my description, erm and oh dear my description, was, let us say, err, i wouldn’t have been to hard to spot in a crowd, but luckily, i was quite adept at disguises, as i walked away, dropping, some of the objects upon the floor, apart from the gramophone, and a few others, just the money really and, and err oh yeah and then i had another object, thats it thought, this is hot, this is really hot goods, i didn’t want to drop it on the floor, because the crowd would see, see that i had dropped it, so i carried on going, with the object, and i thought i was in France, and i get into the Parisian streets, what am i going to do with this object, am i going to keep it or am i going to sell it, and if im going to sell it, where am i going to take it, coss they all know now, they all know that it is missing and they’ll be searching for it, for me to find it and err, and err, my disguise, well all i had to do, was take off my jacket of monkeys and moons, put it in my bag, underneath i wore a shirt, and if i took off my hat, my fluffy hat, i could exchange it for a cap, if i took off my cap i could exchange it for my hair, and err, if i took off my shorts i could put on a pair of trousers, so pu pu pu, there were many, new different people that i could be, and wander away and lose myself aimlessly, so that i could not be found, and that was the dream i just woke up from and every single part of it was great, and its made me feel really good about, yawn, going to sleep, and waking up, and really good about my dreams, recently, i mean in the past, ive had dreams where, friends i know have been nasty to me, erm long pause, and yeah and ive had them over the last five years, erm long pause, and before now even the last year, friends who had once been nasty to me in dreams have been coming to me and being really nice, erm so again i think thats reflective upon, dream world into real life, and the whole Neil Gaiman Terry Pratchett thing, i recently learned Neil Gaiman has written a series of comics which ive only just encountered, ive not even touched the surface with them ive just, hear the whisper that there in this world, and ive seen the front cover of one and held it, but ive yet to delve in, because i think theyll influence me, and my writing and i don’t, well of course that would be good, but now now, i want purity writing from my heart not someone elses, but yeah, there called the sandman, and i imagine there all about the dream world, so this is kind of cool, and i had more dreams before that dream and they were good too, and one of them was about my family, and i read them the story that im writing now, and they really loved it, and they really did, and er, silence... sound of ticking clock, oh and that was it and they all loved different parts, which i thought was fantastic, some of them thought some parts weren’t so, they didn’t, say the word good or bad, they thought some parts were really sad and some parts were really happy, erm, and one point my mum in the dream got sad, she didn’t like the description of these strings, but erm i said well thats a brilliant interpretation, but there will be someone out there that really will like them and the fact you don’t like them, makes me want to say to you, that you have done, nothing ever wrong ever, and your the greatest, there has ever been, erm, i wrote a poem yesterday about love and i think it turned out to be a prayer to Aphrodite, ive always said im a believer in uncertainity, but now ive realised im a believer in love, so obviously i must send my prayers to the Goddess Aphrodite and im also a believer in dreams so, for whatever watches over dreams, if anything at all, i say thank you, erm you don’t, you can feel that is from the soul, which i have taken back, the soul that i sold, and put back inside my body, and my heart,

Oh my word, so ive just laughed my head off, i was listening back, to what i had said all about my thoughts about dreams and everything, and this santa bombshell, and Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, and the Gypsy pen and writing, words and everything, i was thinking about that and, i laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed really quite a lot out loud, i wish you could have heard it, it was quite ridocolous, and maybe youll laugh too once i can get to the point, erm, now anyway this is funny in the Mulder and skully kind of way, that the whole, ok so i came to conclusion that seven years was the amount of time, less than two world cups, is what i said, after that, erm, seven years and er i think it, that to me’s funny in the mulder and skully way because, i didn’t realise it when i was writing it at the time, that the girl that promises to meet the guy for a fish and chip supper by the river thames, it takes seven years, before they see each other again, erm and then that stroy involves, erm events, that well i met a few people when i was travelling, and that story starts off in that place where i met those people, when i was travelling, and one of the people that i met, a girl called Annie who i love very much, whos always really looked after me really well and sent me a fantastic gift, of a pendant of peace, erm which i will thank her for in person when i next see her, i cant wait to do that, erm well im going to wait to do that, she sound of tapping recorder into hand, what was i going to say, erm yeah she, we, went to Amsterdam, the day i got back from that trip, there was a film on, called the seven year itch, i think it was called the seven year itch, it might have been longer, nah surely it was, seven year itch and that, is one of my favourite films, well its not one of my favourite films, ive only seen it, that one time, but erm it was a poignant film profound, even to me then and again, its this thing yawn speal the reason i laughed is coss i broke, yawn speak ends, i remember now i broke a mirror, going to London one day, erm at least i think, i did or i imagine breaking a mirror, erm which is just pretty much the same if you have a gypsy pen, the old wives tale, superstition, seven years bad luck, know for someone whos not a superstitious person, or at least who doesn’t believe in other peoples superstitions, erm , this seven years bad luck thing, to go along with that seven years is quite, massive yawn talk, well its just like a really nice story, really really nice stroy, so this is the thing with meeting other writers that i adore, i know im going to keep writing, loads of fantastical things, but this is the thing im not in it for my own gain, so if my words can help you to write or create your own stories, erm that will make the world, our world a brighter place, then thats just kind of what i wanted you to hear, see, all of this and ermm yawn, i just thought that seven years thing was really funny with that whole broken mirrors**, i just wanted to say how its Wednesday which means yesterday was Tuesday, the day before was Monday, and i don’t usually look at the days of the year in weeks but i kind of am now, i think its amazing that its only just Wednesday, erm and its not dark anymore, because i was up before and now its 06:20 and its getter lighter and the day really has only just begun, and i salute everyone and everything thats made that possible, ten seconds go past, just did the salute.

*the boy in the striped pyjamas

**Lithium Nirvana – Kurt Cobain


Ps
Broken mirrors now means seven years good luck.
Pps
Like no shotgun wounds to the head.