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Smoke and Moles

Tim Brayshaw — Thu, 19 Jun 2003 23:31:57 +0000

2003-06-14: I woke up to the smell of an electrical fire. In the office my computer keyboard was smoking, and then burst into flames.

2003-06-18: Walking in the countryside, a country lane. A scared animal is trying to hide. It’s a mole. It wants to burrow into the earth. I think: “you should run to the soft verges and dig”. It tries to burrow into the tarmac. We get close to it, and it runs down the road 100 meters and tries to dig again. At our walking pace, we catch-up with it frequently. Each time, the mole scampers off another 100 meters and attempts to burrow into the tarmac to escape.

A Flock of Canaries

Tim Brayshaw — Fri, 11 Apr 2003 08:13:48 +0000

A dream last night:

A flock of canaries settled at Stockbridge Marsh, a big eagle was "picking them off" on-the-wing. A group of backpackers (from Devon or Cornwall) tried to save the canaries by shooting at the eagle with catapults. The backpackers were staying in a bungalow they were renting from Bob Monkhouse. Bob turned up in the middle of the night, smashed all the windows, and locked them in. In the morning I lent them money for a train fare "to escape".

Google Beer

Tim Brayshaw — Thu, 27 Mar 2003 22:25:57 +0000

I’m just about recovered from a bout of flu. I had a few feverish dreams recently. A little highlight: I was in a pub where there was Google branded beer on-tap (with the familiar colourful logo on the arm of the pump). There was a slogan that went along the lines of “We’ve searched for the finest Barley and Hops to ensure your pint is the Number One Result“.

Hill Chair

Tim Brayshaw — Mon, 24 Feb 2003 15:07:19 +0000

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

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

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

Stand and Deliver

Tim Brayshaw — Fri, 26 Jul 2002 00:10:47 +0000

Another dream:

I was at school. My friend Phil arrived on crutches with broken legs. His story was he had broken them jumping out of the Bristol-London train whilst evading capture by highwaymen. The highwaymen that stopped the train were TV football pundits and managers of high-profile English football teams.

Digging up Money

Tim Brayshaw — Fri, 12 Jul 2002 16:49:10 +0000

A dream last night:

Walking through a field with a friend.
“I found some money here before.”
Friend didn’t believe me. Started digging at the grass with my hands.
Found a small pile of 10p coins. Put them in my pocket.
Found a layer of 20p coins under the 10p coins, put them in my pocket.
Continued to find coins and notes in increasing denominations.
A crowd gathered ‘from nowhere’ to observe, making general comments about how greedy I was.
Made a makeshift bag from my jumper to carry my treasure.
Walked across the field, away from the crowd.