Dreamed in Taileran in the Pyranean foothills.
1. A fast and frantic race through a two dimensional world where everything was made up of variously shaped rectangles each containing a single spot. People, houses, trees, the earth… everything. a kind of Planiverse or Flatland.
2. On a long walk I climbed to the top of a hill to look at some curiously shaped rocks only to discover that they were made of plastic and had been put there by the Tourist Board to make the countryside more interesting.
3. I had a small daughter, aged around five or six; dark haired, serious, always deep in a storybook. One night as I tucked her into bed and said goodight she asked, Do you miss me when you aren't here?
Of course I do, I replied and went on to reassure her at great length.
But the sad truth was I didn't.
4. I was reporting on the Iraq War accopanied by a cat. The details of this dream were already vague when i wrote them down but I remember I was travelling around Iraq with a tortoishell cat and trying to make some sense of what what happening. I wa embedded with an Iraqi tank regiment for some of the time and always found the Iraqui soldiers helpful and polite. A one point I, my cat and another reporter climbed to the top of a hill to get a view of a battle that was taking place below on the plains. The cat found the going very difficult and we were constantly having to pause and wait for it to catch up. There were several twisted wraught-iron gates set into the rock on the steep trail and climbing over these made the going even more difficult.
When we reached the summit the battle was over we stood and watched the buring tanks that littered the plain.
As we stood the other reporter told me about Baghdad; he said it was a fine city except for the disgusting smell of a particular kind of dried meat, a deiclacy much loved by the local population.
1. A fast and frantic race through a two dimensional world where everything was made up of variously shaped rectangles each containing a single spot. People, houses, trees, the earth… everything. a kind of Planiverse or Flatland.
2. On a long walk I climbed to the top of a hill to look at some curiously shaped rocks only to discover that they were made of plastic and had been put there by the Tourist Board to make the countryside more interesting.
3. I had a small daughter, aged around five or six; dark haired, serious, always deep in a storybook. One night as I tucked her into bed and said goodight she asked, Do you miss me when you aren't here?
Of course I do, I replied and went on to reassure her at great length.
But the sad truth was I didn't.
4. I was reporting on the Iraq War accopanied by a cat. The details of this dream were already vague when i wrote them down but I remember I was travelling around Iraq with a tortoishell cat and trying to make some sense of what what happening. I wa embedded with an Iraqi tank regiment for some of the time and always found the Iraqui soldiers helpful and polite. A one point I, my cat and another reporter climbed to the top of a hill to get a view of a battle that was taking place below on the plains. The cat found the going very difficult and we were constantly having to pause and wait for it to catch up. There were several twisted wraught-iron gates set into the rock on the steep trail and climbing over these made the going even more difficult.
When we reached the summit the battle was over we stood and watched the buring tanks that littered the plain.
As we stood the other reporter told me about Baghdad; he said it was a fine city except for the disgusting smell of a particular kind of dried meat, a deiclacy much loved by the local population.