26/08/13

I had a bit of a strange dream last night I was in a town, which was oxford, but very wild west town-ish. I was walking around the green, which looked a lot like the one I used to walk around up in Tanterton in Preston. It is autumn, and wet and chilly. I come across a woman. She is in distress so I stop to help her. She gives birth to this hideous mummy like creature, and she knows she is dying. She’s cold, wet and its autumn, and it’s like the child sucked all the life out of her. She asks me to care for it. I agree before she dies. The child is tiny, like a baby Thumbelina mummy. All blackish brown leathery skin. I wrap it up and continue walking, to take the baby to the Father, who I apparently know. I took a baby bottle when the mother gave me the child before she died, so feed the baby, and for some reason, the baby starts to get the normal soft pink flesh a baby has. As I walk I see rubbish from a stately home. There are desks and other furniture, including a wash stand. I continue looking for the father, walking into wild west Oxford. There is a dead man in a buried (something I stopped writing after this, but I’m presuming that based on what my memory is coming up with the father is buried in a clear coffin in an open grave.