whiterain

first im in a city and am confused if its manchester or london. the borough bgins with b (Bromsgrove? town somewhere else) but i cant remember it. its confusing because ive been here before ina dream, yet it feels like its somewhere i have visited in reality on one of my jobs. the confusion isnt q6uite enough to get lucid though. just off the main road there is a public garden and i see my parents and tell them to go round it because i remember how nice it is. the garden and the section of road it is on is covered in amazing fruit trees. massive melon, orange, plum and all sorts that just look amazing. i think there is some kind of local business that ive seen before that plantes the trees although i dont bother going into it this time.

next bit and we are going to a party at some old themed place. were on a bus and im right at the front behind the driver. the last road before the venue takes us along this amazing track that is on a river with trees growing over it. the bus flies down this which is scary but exciting.

we get to the venue and when i go through the door i have seen it before and it makes me think it is some kind of branded theme pub that ive seen before, but only in a dream. inside the main room is circular with a high ceiling in the middle and really low cramped spaces round the edge. it feels like everyone is waiting for some kind of tour/event but for some reason they are all sat round the edge. it feels massively claustrophobic so eventually i break from the crowd and lie down in the middle where there is loads of room. this breaks the fear and the party starts to happen.

im wearing some odd kind of flourescent yellow and orange top with colours that kind of fade into each other. i notice that some old mate has the same top on. he appraoches me and the colours of the top have spread accross his face into some kind of tribal paint effect.

next thnk i remember is being back in my garden. a massive eagleowl flies past so i tell everyone to look. 2 more start circling so i try to follow them. one young one lands on a tree. i go up to it although its really high up. it turns into some kind of albatross type thing which is still pretty amazing. i try to follow the others and suddenly i am in manchester in a big city centre park and they are hunting low down. im half running and half cycling round this park and i see a fox. i go round this corner and my wires (headphones?) get caught up with some kids. we try and pull them apart and laugh then untangle them.

im on the track at the side of the park and i see an owl on a post by the track. i cycle madly to catch up with it, then fail to break in time and fly past it. i turn around and luckily its still there. i head back and i see it is hunting a woodpecker. the woodpecker hides in the bush and the owl manically circles the bush looking for a way to strike. all this while i am just a couple of metres away. the owl is truely massive and the way it circles the bush is truely frightening. eventually it gives up and i get the feeling i have pissed it off by being so close. it turns on me and i take up a defensive position with my feet in the air because my shoes are the only thing that will protect from the talons. i subdue it somehow and manage to take it home. it ends up in a little porch while we discuss what to do with it.

i have a brief conversation with my mum which is the closest i get to being lucid. its fcked up cos i explain to her that ive just been in this park which i tell her that i know doesnt really exist in manchester, and i must just think it exists because ive seen it in a dream somewhere yet even this doesnt do the trick... i do a bit of research and a book says there is a species of eagle owl native to herts, which must be complete bull but it was nice to be able to read something properly