I I forgot to put an SD card on the new in the what we using my phone. Shall I help that? We did this sort of almost. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thank you can’t. to go. got. Yeah, you could take them out. And then I. Oh, am I taking the light? Oh, it’s the factory line. This is my. I use time to tell you can take a nap. Okay. It’s out two. Okay. I have a recurring dream of a vast landscape. I am walking and walking, trying to find the sea. It’s familiar and yet unknown, but I always go back and there are always and always a little bit lost, but I feel like I am home. Sometimes I find the sea and sometimes I don’t. There are path tracks, but no roads. The vegetation is sparse, rugged, boggy. There is no one else out there. It is suspended in space and time, circular, without beginning or end, curiously, walking this land reminds me of that place. And I noticed the bodies of water, like veins, a life force through the land, and peaty skin and rushy hair, velvets, and I touched them. Thank you. Three portals in the land, the cavern, a puddle, a muddy hole, stepping into a deep, muddy hole, is stepping into a portal submerged. thousousands of moons, far from the sky, but in space, the perspective is in space. The sky, space is very, very dark blue. And the moons drop a multitude of moons. I am in a village hall standing queueing in front of a table trestle table. Maybe it’s a church that are lots of tables arranged in a row. The space feels like it’s ring shaped, huge, long with banners from ceiling to floor hung in the windows. They are light, not heavy, dyed in warm, in earth colours, brown ambers with images of crowds of people died into the lowest bird. On the table is a dish powered with perfect looking crabs, small, palm sized, like legs and claws c in in their are cooked and they are cooked ready for eating. I choose one, but the old woman sitting behind me in the table at Lanny Hook and offers me a shelled one lattie sit behind the table waiting A crabs puts it down in front of me onto a sliced open bread roll. It’s all in one piece. It looks like the consistency of tofu. It looks just like a crab shaped peeled sweet chestnut. She opens it with chopped, raw white onion. all the pieces exactly square and something else, something green encloses the bread roll and hands it for me to eat. Lots of dreams knew about being followed by something with a sense of fever or fear, not being able to get away another dream trapped in a large building being closed. I was with my friends. We hid in stairwells and outwitted the chases. Eventually, we found our way to the top of the building and rest and pursued on the exit, outside was an open, flat green fields and a long, straight horizon The felt unbelievably liberating. I had a dream where I was in a dystopic barren landscape with two of my friends. Someone was chasing us. We ran down a road and saw a petrol station surrounded by abandoned cars. We tried to drive one, but quickly realised there was no petrol in the tank and none to fill it up with. We hid behind the cars as the man chasing us looked for us. Somehow he was driving. Suddenly we were inside a building, still being chased. In the ceiling was a hatch and I opened it as a means of escape. The hatch opened up into space and the world began getting sucked out, crumbling all around us. The person chasing us was sucked out, too. I’m not sure if the hatch stayed open after that. Bodily fluid dreams. Body waste to fertile soils, to liberty cats and psychedelic adventures. I was very little and sleeping in my mum’s bed Something on my legs felt warm and nice. I slowly wake and realise I’vewpped myself. My mum does too, and cries out and exasperation. Years later, I dream I’ve started my period. Blood gushes down those same legs and uncontrollable force. I dream of pregnancies of the aliens and abortions, too. I dream of faeces coming out of faces, spewing a river of ships. Thank you. Dreams of being in a castle like building, always sensing the landscape. I’m in a cylinder turret, cylinder turret, part of the building, looking out of windows with the glass, people are dotted around. There is a wedding wedding happening somewhere in the building. I’m not invited, but I find myself there. It’s like a like a heath, lea. Theatre. Theatre. The auditorium is full, and I don’t know where to set. Thank you. A. a dream awake together. It is summer solstice, and I find myself with dear friends, new and old at Stonehenge. It is a beautiful, clear, warm day. We make base and enter the stones. They are full of pupil, a throng, pulsating amongst them. These sleeping giants now awake. Over two hours we edge closer and closer to the drums circle. I can’t see it, but we are close. We find a stone leaning behind us, barefed, we clamber, and suddenly lifted 60 centimetres higher, and I can see into the circle. Three women dressed in white are dancing on each other.The sea of people parted for them. I help a young girl up and stone. She compliments my hair.. tells me she’s here with her dad and auntie. They come every year. Hours later, my friends sleep. I convince one to stay awake with me and go play. We stumble onto journalists, interviewing the arch Druid. Their questions are dead. It finished, and I hear him mutter, I need a drink. Have some of my beer, I tell him, and he takes me up on the offer. We share stories, and he tells us of his fight to keep the public’s access to the stones on solstice in equinox. We thank him. Thank you.