2/8/10
Last night I had lots of fragments of dreams

In one mum and I are going on holiday. We are racing to catch a plane – we only just making it as the ramp goes up. It takes off and we call it back down to pick us up. We get on board, it’s very spacious and light inside.
In another I am at school (Tulketh High) and living at Goldburn Close again, I am out on a day trip and a male friend (possibly Michael Smith) and I get lost. We are in a town somewhere so we ask as woman for directions. She tells us to go down an alleyway and over a bridge (it looks a bit like Wallingford here).
The next fragment was also a school fragment. We were out for a walk near the school and we needed to cross the brook/stream. There were steps down to the crossing point and stepping stones and ironwork spanning the stream to help people to cross – most people get wet as they lose their balance and fall in – the kids do it deliberately. I don’t know if I crossed safely or not.

In the next I was shopping for a dress. I am looking for a particular shop I remember seeing trains and that the town is very busy. Then I go into several of the shops. I am looking at the tops. I get a phone call from mum, but not remember the conversation.
IN the final fragment I remember that I was with a group of male friends and we were practicing shooting with guns. We compete at shooting the targets. It’s sunny, very green and light. The targets are red and white, the guns black. I don’t know where guns came from. I win with targets. My first shit just on edge of central round. I tell a woman off for walking in front of me when I am pointing the weapon. There’s another man there – the owner of the land (and guns?) who tells us to put the guns away, saying something about BB guns etc.