Tim’s
Bandwagon

I was sitting in a chair made from a hill. The hill was an ancient earthworks, an amalgamation of two places I’ve visited.

1. The fortifications surrounding Danebury Hill — an Iron Age hill fort close to where I grew up.
2. This big ditch thing in Avebury.

The chair was comfortable, and I was restful. I was a giant, or the hill was small.

Published at 4:07 pm on February 24th, 2003.
Topics: Dreams