Nebulus

D1 - At work someone from an agency arrives wearing a pink top, big cup headphones, short black hair and black glasses. Upstairs is open plan as usual. Traci throws a knife across to pin a rat to the wall next to me.
Lots of children are watching.

D2 - The headteacher asks me to replant a half dead plant out of a pot. The roots are sticking out red and straggly. I tell him to replant but he just rips the plant out of the pot. It is completely dry with a wood case round it. He says it will be fine. I feel this is a metaphor for not being able to grow as a person with love.
He tells me charlie hasn't marked their french books and could he use under my bath to display his plants in a large beer jar, by taking out the side panel.

D3 - We are trying to escape from the frightening school. First of all to a seaside hideaway then serenity decides the safest place would be her uncles small house in the country. We escape there and plan on how to kill the headteacher when they follow us. First we think of burying them then we decide to use a gun with a silencer to shoot them, then bury them out at sea.

D1 - Ordering lots of stuff for gardening using big ass library forms, with a special stamp on them.
Charlotte is moving the plants carefully by picking up the matting underneath their earth.
I am looking at the setup and checking out equipment that will drip feed at certain percentages .
Catherine has a stack of plants that are connected to an old fashioned record player in some way Oo.

D2 - Some zelda dream with a big purple scaly dragon, looks kind of cool. Then I go to another area and find a giant white cucco.
The dream gets super vivid at this point, the chicken appears to be made up of zillions of tiny lego cubes, infact they are pixels. It is incredibly realistic and very much alive. I don't want to kill the chicken for two reasons, one it is very alive and I can even feel the warmth of it under my fingers as I squeeze it :S
two I realise that it is generated by software and is essentially immortal, it would just respawn.
At this point I wake up, feeling this is a metaphor for not just the fantasy of dreams, but of life which is also a dream.

D3 - In a darkened kitchen with several other ragged fellows, some cloaked. Eating hunks of red bread/cake. Outside it is raining but I take some cake out to a green moss dragon that is sitting in the splatting rain outside the door.
I return inside to get some more but as it is now lashing with rain I look for a raincoat. I find one but it is not really suitable as it has a yellow and green frog motif. Another is bigger but still not big enough for me to do it up over my clothes.
I head out and start to fly up into the sky but halt as my brother and wife arrive. I am now hovering but finding it hard to fly higher than the large willow tree there,framed against the dark sky. I am very embarrassed. I see my own wretched reflection bedraggled in the rain (also with a beard I don't have).
Returning to my dwelling with my daughter as a baby, she then transforms into a teen with long straggly hair wearing a strange patchwork coat. The place is a real mess.

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