Another Dream
Sunday the 1st January, 2012

I was in a green field of uneven ground, a fallen tower lay ruined before me. It was night but the field was green-lit by an unknown source. There was a smaller ruin to my left, inside was a young man and his son, he was telling his son how life was so unfair and how people were so terrible in life and only out for themselves. This annoyed me and I chastised the man, equating him to ‘radiohead in father form,’ and urging him to not turn his child into a pathetic individual like his father.

After that, I walked towards a river in the field, it was flowing really quickly; around my feet on the ground were lots of white feathers, like as if a bird had been killed here, maybe a swan. I soon forgot the feathers and looked down into the river, there were high, dome-shaped bubbles forming at a particular bend, for some reason I was in total awe of this phenomenon, but in hindsight it doesn’t seem so fantastical. After starring at these slightly unusual bubbles in awe for a while, I woke up.