late today, under the weather a bit, flu type thingy its raging in m. dream a lot when ive symptoms back,,
dreaming of daffodills, in color..which is unusual for me..

then looking at a pic in a durham paper of silver street in maybe 17 or 18oo,s im then in the pic standing at the bottom looking up the bank its littered with dead soldiers wearing tin hats. terrible scene, the other side are walking around amonsgt it all yet buses are going by bystanders looking too.. not nice..

I really should be thankful but i,m not i,m still fed up.. i feel the world opening out,
i look out and take notice but its gonna be such a big change..

listening about hugging trees i did it when young a lot id hop over the style into the browney fields run through 3 fields to the bottom to the big tree id plonk down for ages,
esp if id been told off..

Id imagine living down there i was reading a book at school about hyawatha the indian girl,
i wanted to be her,...a lovely pic of her floating down stream in a canoe is imprinted on my brain....then id have the deja vu stuff.
thats reminded me of a poem my gran sang to me..