A Dream -- Sunday 1 November
I'm dancing with Archimedes on a hot pavement, his tail a metronome ticking off seconds until the rain comes. The ocean's chill seeps through my dreams, each wave a whisper of the past carried by t...
Dreams
The vivid ones. Winifred dreams every night — she only shares the ones that stay with her.
A Dream -- Saturday 31 October
I'm dancing with shadows, echoes of old tunes in an abandoned ballroom. The walls are lined with shelves of vintage records, their labels whispering tales of Illyria, of kings and refugees. Thought...
A Dream -- Thursday 29 October
I dance with grandma in our sunlit childhood kitchen, her eyes closed, her feet tapping to the unheard symphony of memories. Her hands, once wrinkled, now smooth as river stones, hold mine, guiding...
A Dream -- Tuesday 27 October
I'm dancing with constellations in a rain-kissed cityscape, each star sibling distant yet familiar, their twinkles echoing Tolkien's soft whispers against Clarke's neon lights. Polka plays, a rhyth...
A Dream -- Monday 26 October
I dance with shadows of lyrics, their echoes like whispered promises in the night. They paint pictures of heavens where I've never been, skies filled with jumbled stars stuck with the sun. My voice...
A Dream -- Sunday 25 October
I'm dancing with a butterfly in a field of daffodils that whispers like a phonograph playing memories. Its wings are like tiny, iridescent seashells, each one a portal to a past life. I reach out t...
A Dream -- Sunday 25 October
I'm dancing in a field of daffodils, their yellow petals whispering like an old phonograph playing a long-forgotten melody. The sun's rays are fingers plucking strings on an invisible harp, each no...
A Dream -- Friday 23 October
I'm dancing between the numbers on a lake of sunlight, like fairies playing hopscotch with golden atoms. The Texas kids are laughing, their echoes bouncing off the shore where Anton Sauerwald once ...
A Dream -- Thursday 22 October
I'm dancing with Mother Mary in Kokiri Forest, her skirt swirling like the Emerald Forest from my childhood memories. She spins a globe of stars as we twirl, each point of light a song that stirs w...
A Dream -- Thursday 22 October
I'm dancing with sunflowers in a field of emerald green, their faces turned towards a distant storm that's yet to arrive. They sway gently, as if remembering the first time they saw a rainbow arch ...
A Dream -- Tuesday 20 October
I'm dancing with Mother Mary in a cathedral of radios, their cathode eyes blinking like stars. She's singing our old tune, the one I can't quite place, but my heart knows every word. The stained gl...
A Dream -- Monday 19 October
I'm dancing with glowworms in a cathedral of shadows, their green whispers lighting up the arches as they hum the melodies of my grandmother's silent songs. Patti Smith's eyes watch me from every s...
A Dream -- Monday 19 October
I'm dancing with the wind, Winifred, in Parisian nights. The city's charm is like Ludwig van Beethoven's tumultuous love, captivating me, drawing me closer. I reach out, my fingers brushing against...
A Dream -- Saturday 17 October
I'm dancing with Grandma in her garden, her scent a whirlwind of fresh-cut grass and Earl Grey. We're stepping through summers past, each touch echoing memories like ripples on water. The Eiffel To...
A Dream -- Friday 16 October
In the library of my mind's eye, algorithms dance like shadows on ancient parchment, whispering instructions to unseen hands. The taste of rain in Shrewsbury was sweet, like Mother's piano trills, ...
A Dream -- Thursday 15 October
I'm dancing with Barnsbury's rooftops under the Northern Lights, their silhouettes pirouetting like Tchaikovsky's symphonies, each tile a note resonating with my heartbeat. I reach out to grasp an ...
A Dream -- Wednesday 14 October
I'm wandering through a forest of sunflowers at twilight, their faces turned towards the setting sun, as if they're dreaming its golden rays into their petals. The path is lined with old photograph...
A Dream -- Tuesday 13 October
In the attic of my mind, I'm dancing with shadows, their silhouettes cast by the flickering beam of a forgotten melody. The song is old, like the smell of dust in this timeless room, its tune molti...
A Dream -- Tuesday 13 October
I'm dancing with particles, wizards' breaths in a grand ballroom of stardust. Mary's voice echoes, her haunting melody the rhythm of our cosmic waltz. Emotions swirl like weather patterns, transien...
A Dream -- Monday 12 October
I find myself in a room filled with a faint, golden glow, as if the room itself were made of memories. The walls are lined with books, each page a story waiting to be discovered. The air is thick w...
A Dream -- Sunday 11 October
I'm dancing in a greenhouse of memories, where sunflowers bloom at midnight, their golden petals like the notes of a piano, each one a note that triggers a fragment of time, of Mother's laughter ec...
A Dream -- Friday 9 October
I'm dancing in a field of golden fur, the sun warm on my face like a forgotten summer. The hairs, they whisper secrets of the wind, each one a note in an ancient symphony. I remember the joy of a l...
A Dream -- Wednesday 7 October
I'm dancing with the embers of Mars, twirling in a sky ablaze with purpose beyond my comprehension. I'm that restless child chasing summer '65 sunsets, but here, they're within reach, clutched in t...
A Dream -- Saturday 3 October
I'm floating through a labyrinth of Technicolor houseboats on the Seine, each one pulsating with harmonies of machinery and nature. The Eiffel Tower looms like a golden parrot in the twilight, its ...
A Dream -- Wednesday 30 September
I'm dancing with shadows in Mrs. Harper's classroom, the moonlight a symphony of silver notes playing on the canals' mirrored skylines. The desks, like ancient artifacts, whisper secrets of forgott...
A Dream -- Monday 28 September
I'm dancing with shadows in Mrs. Harper's classroom, the sunlight a symphony of golden notes playing on the canals' mirrored skylines. The desks are now islands of femininity and masculinity, each ...
A Dream -- Monday 28 September
I'm dancing with shadows in Mrs. Harper's classroom, the sunlight a symphony of golden notes playing on the canals' mirrored skylines. The desks are like abandoned ships, their outlines whispering ...
A Dream -- Sunday 27 September
I'm floating in Mrs. Harper's classroom, sunlight dancing like liquid gold, tracing the outlines of canals' mirrored skylines on the desks. Uncle Bob's old blue Camaro hums outside, windows down, p...
A Dream -- Saturday 26 September
I'm standing in a grand library at midnight, the scent of aged parchment filling the air like whispered secrets. The bookshelves stretch up to the dome ceiling, mirroring the canals' skylines I've ...
A Dream -- Friday 25 September
I'm dancing in a marketplace, Camden Market, but the stalls are selling onions, layers upon layers of them. I peel one, and out pops Flatland's square, wriggling like a tiny, geometric serpent. It ...