14/06/2013

I dreamt that I was walking along a canal or river, it was a nice thought grey day and it was in nice open countryside with fields to either side. The river was very high, flooding on the far side. Mum and I were walking along the towpath which was slightly elevated. There were ducks on the water looking quite happy, and we came up to a foot bridge. It was mostly underwater and mum was able to walk across the upper beams of it across the swirling water. I went around to a more stable bridge not too far from a horse I liked to visit. Then the dream shifted.

I was in my primary school Lamphey CP, for some reason I was wearing a dressing gown over my cycling gear. No idea why. I remember Mr Bartlett (My least favourite of my primary school teachers who I had the misfortune to have as a teacher two years running). We were in the classroom that was always Mrs Fergusson’s (The most AWESOME teacher, loved bright colours and was an amazing artist – inspired me to keep on at it). There was a tank of snails there – which isn’t that surprising. When I was in there we had the frog, the toads, the newts, and stick insects…and that’s the ones I remember! It goes a bit fuzzy after that, but I’m fairly certain the snails had escaped. I go into the kitchen, there is some muttering about something that I have forgotten, but I wanted some results, made a query and was told it was in some books. At least I’m fairly certain that’s what happened in the end of the dream – it really wasn’t very vivid and the key words aren’t descriptive enough.