Monday, 5 January 2015


Not sure what is going on with my dreams at the moment, another very brief one and with one subject. 
I was digging holes in a large field in the dark, couldn't see anything other than the grass beneath my feet. 

I then filled each hole in with fresh compost which I had produced myself from my garden waste. I had a proud feeling of achievement as I did this. This was all that I did and it seemed to be hours of effort too. 

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