tell 43 things about me

Spending time with genuinely nice people
Lying down outside when it’s warm
Hot sex
Having a piece of art or writing take a life of its own
Feeling connected
Writing good code
Expressive music
Spending time with people I fancy!
Reading
When I’m appreciating things for what they are
Singing with other people
Swimming outside in really clear water
Horses
Having a properly exciting idea
My little cat who was the sweetest cat in the world
The number 4
Fruit
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In my dream I was perhaps watching a film, as I kept saying things like, ‘I don’t think I can see any more of this’. But it was somehow real too, although I managed to keep myself a little removed (hence the film feeling).

I was with some other people in a place where we were having to constantly get past or fight various horrible things. I remember remarking to someone that it was far worse than any zombie film. The creatures we were fighting were so sick-looking that I felt if I didn’t stop/turn off the film it would be more than I could cope with. Some had these giant O shaped mouths that took up all their heads and were like black caverns.

At a point later on it was definitely not a film any more and I and another person (a man I think) had arrived at a place in the building (it was a building now) where we’d been intending to get to all along (this only became apparent when we got there).

It was a place called either the ‘dragon’s lair’ or the ‘dragon’s den’ (like that program about the entrepreneurs which I keep hearing people talk about. That must be where the name came from). It was up a long, old staircase which had been previously inaccessable/hidden. I led the way up and at the top running around on some rocks was a large lizard. It seemed very aware of us and I said, ‘are you the dragon?’. It whispered that it was.

We knew the dragon had eaten or killed every other person that had come up there, but somehow I thought we could be okay. It kept coming up to us and flicking its tongue out.

I said something to it and it said, ‘you think you know some things about me, but I know everything that’s in you’. I said, ‘yes’.

The dragon indicated that we should go into the den/lair. At this point it was a woman (who was somehow the dragon but also the dragon’s keeper). She warned us about its eating habits and said to make our way towards the right hand side of the room keeping away from its feeding place. Even though she was dangerous in some way, there was also something comforting and protecting about her. I was going to sit on a chair on my own but instead I sat next to her on a large sofa on her right hand side. I suggested to the man that he sit to her left and he did.

She told us lots about the dragons eating habits. This telling took the form of lots of images going through my head of food bowls with little nuts and fruits and things in – each image having a different pattern/selection of the fruits/nuts. She also reminded us that no-one had gone up there before without being eaten.

I knew I would be okay (and so the man with me would be too) but I didn’t know how, and also had no idea how it could come to an end.

That was it.

to early Nick Cave, Anthony and the Johnsons, Joni Mitchel, and er… not much else actually. I love Anthony and the Jonsons’ “Hope there’s someone”. It’s wonderful. My boyfriend says I like melancholy music. I think I like music which has something real in it. And at the moment I particular like songs and sounds that are raw and not careful. Maybe I also like melacholy music. Maybe there’s a bit of me that stays melancholy.

Sometimes I call people on Skype when I know their phone is probably busy just because I like to hear the Skype ‘busy’ tone.

I walk from mine to my friend’s house, which is about an hour away on the other side of town. For the last bit of the walk I walk beside a small aqueduct. The water can’t be exceptionally clean (I don’t think it’s particularly dirty either), but at night it looks crystal clear and you can see the bottom of the aqueduct like there was no water there at all. What I like is that there are ducks there, and at night they look like they’re floating on glass. Or sometimes like they’re floating in the air – as you can hardly make out the surface of the water at all. It’s very lovely to look at and it always makes me feel good when I go past and see them.

which wouldn’t have been so distressing if it wasn’t the the final straw of a stressful evening.

The rat was meant for Velouria (a boa) who’s tank is on the wardrobe over my bed, but it’s impossible not to jump a little when she strikes for it and occasionally it makes me drop the rat. Which I did this time, and it landed on my pillow. I sat down on the bed with the soggy rat and half cried/ half laughed.

Oh well… it happens.

My favourite number is 4 and my second favourite is 6. Other single digit numbers I quite like are 1, 5 and 9. Ones I don’t like are two and three. Two is the worst.

Probably my most favourite singer/musician is Tom Waits. I don’t think I could survive without him at the moment.

This is the last picture for no. 5. I’d like to experiment more with sculpture too. I’d like to build big sculptures in desolate landscapes.

I could make these seperate no’s but I thought that would be cheating.