I had a Dream

2nd June 2022. 3am.

I just had a dream, one of those daft dreams that we see in symbols. Dreams are a fascinating subject. I think they come from deep in our psyche. Sometimes, very rarely, we have dreams of actual events, I had one about 6 years ago in which I cleaned the cupboard I was planning to clean out. I spent all night doing it in my dream and when I awoke I rushed downstairs to see if I had actually cleaned it out. I don’t know, I hoped it was some kind of sleepwalking cupboard cleaning thing. I was so very disappointed when I found it had not been touched. I still haven’t done it. I’m too scared to clean it at all now. As long as the event stays in the future it must mean I will stay fit enough to clean cupboards. If I do actually clean it I could keel over any time afterwards!

Anyway, tonight’s dream. All the images were symbolic so I felt the huge machine or engine with it’s metal cylinders arranged in a circle with me standing in the middle of it all represented the regime or the Job Centre. It didn’t look much like an engine but I got the impression the machine was something to do with Germany or that the man who was tending the engine was German. I could sense immense power although the machine was not like an ordinary machine, it didn’t make a noise, but there was huge amounts of power associated with it. It was both running and not running. I got the impression the machine was continually updated and looked after constantly.

I didn’t know why it was located in a usually private place not open to the public although there were visitors up on the gantry in a huddled group looking down on everything. I had gone into the building through an ordinary looking fire escape style door that was open but usually padlocked shut, I saw the chain and padlock hanging from the dark open door. The machine was just inside. I had the feeling it was a scary thing with a lurking malevolent power. The cylinder heads were of a smooth dull, rather than shiny, steel.

I recognised the building, in real life it is on a small industrial estate and I know there are Power Presses in there. They make washers for Ford Component’s of Tyne Dock, or used to, It’s a local firm not the big American car making one.

Anyway. There was a small group of men above and to the right on a high walkway who were on a visit perhaps. I think there were four of them, might have been five, all dressed in black and with darkness around them. I could make a photofit picture of one of them and will recognise him if I see him again.

They were not in harmony with each other. They didn’t look very happy, all dressed in very dark formal business clothes. All looking down on the machine with the man who belonged to the machine to their left. I heard the number of cylinders was 12 but I heard other numbers. The people up above were saying different numbers, raising their voices, shouting or perhaps discussing something in loud frantic voices, arguing but I couldn’t make out any of the words. Definitely not in harmony with each other but I got the impression they knew each other and were part of some professional group. Associates and not friends. I tried to count the cylinders but couldn’t see all the way round even though I was on the ground in the middle of the machine. I lost count because of the group of men above shouting different numbers and all talking at once. I got the impression they had to do something but didn’t want to do whatever it was out of extreme fear.

I’m starting to forget the dream now. I wrote in my diary that something connected with this dream happens around the last week of September or the first week of October. I just felt it might be when we get rid of our regime or I become free of the Job Centre. Either a General Election or I start earning a living again. Probably just wishful thinking. It’s definitely something to do with Government and power, well not definitely, just a feeling I had in fact lol.

The different numbers I heard must be significant and allude to more than one thing which is why I couldn’t see all of the cylinders maybe, or perhaps, because I couldn’t see all the way round the circle it means whatever it all means is in the future and some of the numbers are weeks to come. I can’t think why Germany or the German man in charge of the engine is significant. Weird or what lol. xx

A Handful of Cabbage

I remember my first school dinner. We had to sit still as a massive Sunday dinner was dished up in front of us. Meat, vegetables, roasted tatties, Yorkies. I couldn’t believe it, It was only Monday.

We had to shut our eyes for Grace which took ages. I heard a commotion during Grace and when I opened my eyes I saw my plate was just an untidy pile of cabbage, no meat or Yorkies. My poor 5 year old heart sank. I could see where my food had gone, kids either side had loads of meat, roasted tatties and Yorkies.

The table was a mess and some kids were still thieving from each other. Handfuls of meat and Yorkies grabbed from the plate to their right while the kid to their left was dumping handfuls of unwanted cabbage onto their plates. Chaos and such a disappointment.

I managed to grab some boiled tatties off the table, I love cabbage and was very hungry so was still happy after a fashion. Then I put loads of what I thought was salad cream onto my plate of cabbage and lumps of boiled tattie except it wasn’t salad cream, it was from a dish full of Horse Radish which was untouched in the middle of the table . That was the first and only time I ever made that mistake.

Next day I kept my eyes open during Grace and put the plate on my lap. Kids learn fast when food and survival are threatened, well I did. The teachers all had their eyes shut I noticed. School dinners were the best thing about school for me. That and needlework. I didn’t like any of the rest of it.

Years later, In the 1970’s, I watched a frantic game of Mah-jong being played by professional gamblers and was taken right back to that first ever School meal in the Infants. That game of Mah-Jong took place in the bowls of a ships Chinese laundry in 1976. The players all seemed to be playing at once, there was no stopping to study the tiles or even waiting their turn. Arms, tiles and money flying about and everyone shouting at the same time. The air was so thick with smoke from whatever it was they were all smoking I was surprised they could even see the little pictures on the tiles. My eyes and throat were burning. Anyway that’s another story which ended in tears. xx

Novice gardener

Making a start on a neglected front and back garden

I just never have any time to do anything. Not properly anyway. The forces of nature are causing my garden to mutate into a wilderness. What must the neighbours think.

Actually most of my neighbours have concrete drives at the front. Not sure if I would like one myself. I have had plans in my head for ages about what I want to do with ‘my land’. I walk around the area a couple of streets away where the houses are bigger and have room for a drive and a nice garden and get my ideas from them. I even have some of their plants growing on my windowsill. I didn’t pinch the whole plant, the ones I really like are too big so I took cuttings.

It should turn into a bush when I let it loose into the garden

At my age (63) I don’t want to over do things and the time to dig is in the autumn so I missed that bit. I don’t know where the saying ‘hard work never killed anyone’ came from but I guess it must have been a fairly right wing politician. Hitler or one of them types. It’s obviously not true anyway. ‘Dirt never hurt anyone’ is another saying that’s not true. Probably a slum landlord came up with that one.

Apart from getting killed outright or dying from an infection from the dirt I want to avoid a bad back, losing an eye and stabbing my feet with the spikey shovel. I will come back to that when I remember it’s proper name. I just want to enjoy the health benefits of having a nice garden whilst avoiding the unhealthy side effects of hard work. I wore gloves, glasses and boots for safety. The strimmer is pretty quiet or I would have used the ear plugs I use when Vacuuming.

Fork, that’s the one I was thinking of. Not sure what your supposed to dig with, fork or shovel. I tried both briefly just last year as a test and found they are both hard work. I will just use one till it breaks then switch to the other one.

Some tools and Slow Coach the Tortoise. He does move but I don’t know how, him being plastic like. xx

I have made a start. The first thing I did was cut the grass at the front. I bought a cordless strimmer and it didn’t take long. Just a tidy really to stop kids from knocking every few hours wanting to cut it. They are not cheap either them kids and the flex on their strimmer is not long enough to stretch back to their mam’s gaff so they expect a tenner and free electric. I was £10 up by the time I finished the front and it only took 15 minutes. There is a tree stump trying to take up all the space to one side. I will deal with that another time.

I left the side garden and Sycamore tree stump for another day.

My next priority was to get my Tatties in. I didn’t have time in the Autumn to dig the back garden and don’t have time nor energy to do it now. My solution was to skim the greenery off the top of the soil with the shovel, make little holes with my mini shovel and pop the Tatties in. Some nice new compost on top should make them feel at home and keep them warm and cosy. I planted 27 of them today. We shouldn’t starve to death this year like we did last year. Hoarders stripped supermarket shelves of anything remotely edible last year.

It was still hard work but I paced myself. Took 2 hours but doing it properly would have took a lot longer.

That’s all I am doing for this week. There is a magnificent Nettle patch down one half of the garden. Rather than see them as an eyesore as Mr. Grumpy Pants does, don’t ask, I see them as a fantastic easy grow crop of leaves that can be harvested for a herbal drink and a nutrient rich tasty bit of greenery for the dinner plate. I also know that lot’s of different types of Butterfly like them. I bet I have the finest Nettle patch in the whole street.

I feel like I have taken all day but I have made some progress. I think gardening is fun because it gives you something to look forward to. I can see a fantastic garden in my mind. I am sitting there in the nice warm sun with a good book and a nice cup of Nettle tea in amongst a lovely garden with a mix of veg and flowers. Oh look, there are hanging baskets on the fences and wind chimes and over there a shed with a little patio like on Little house on the prairie. I can see Ma Baker sitting in a rocking chair now. Upside down clay pipe in her toothless mouth and Tommy gun on her lap. Better leave it there.

I have lots of good things to look forward to this year. It’s all very exciting.

I have to take it apart again

I bought this thing 4 weeks ago and it’s still not right. At least I found the lost bits though.

Pig sick. It’s just a good job I didn’t have proper tools or I would have done the nuts up tight and it would just have to stay back to front and inside out. I still think they put L on the right leg and vice versa. My right leg is on the right side and not on the right looking from the front.

They assumed there was only one possible way to put the top on as well. It means they think everyone is stupid and would only see what was obvious without doing any thinking. Thinking about stuff gets me into a lot of trouble and confuses people. I should know better. Never mind. It might still work, it looks quite like the picture as it is. At least the top is actually on the top, just a bit back to front.

The thing will be built soon, There can’t be many more ways to join the bits together, just need to find the spanner again then get another spanner for the other end and do it properly. I’m all enthusiastic now, the end is in sight. xx