10.00 AM. Grey sky, wind.
Charley across the road is cleaning his car in the weak watery sun-light. I have been sitting up in bed reading Harpers Bazarr October magazine issue, £4.20p it is a great glossy. I still can't breath through my nose freely. Our garden looks beautiful. I picked a huge red eating apple of a branch from Grahams tree that overhangs the fence into our garden, it was juicy and tasted good when bitten into it.
Dreamt... Mother and I were being stalked by a vicious tortoise or terrapin like creature with a heavy shell and scales on its legs and head. It persistently pursued the both of us within our home environment crawling up table legs and along table top serfaces snapping its jaws, clawing and scratching at us. We were terrified by it until mother eventually produced a mini black coffin into which we forced the animal making sure it was dead by shooting it with a shot gun. I woke up feeling very disturbed and shocked by the whole episode...
WHEEL ANGEL
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