JamesWhitehead
Piffle Prospector
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It's an active dream-period for me, with the mornings still bright and early-stirrings from next-door dragging me out of deep sleep mode into dream territory. Vivid though they seem, the dreams are broken up and don't stay with me long.
All I can recall of this morning's fragments is a vivid sequence in which I was on a long, straight railway track to "Blackpool."
This was not any Blackpool known to humanity but it did have a beach. Quite clean and sandy. As we approached the shore, I needed to inspect the sand, for my feet were bare and I was cautious enough to be looking for broken glass.
Most odd was the way the beach was approached through a sort of house, maybe representing a station. I passed seamlessly from cross-country train to barefoot on the beach. All my senses seemed to be engaged for this pleasant, holiday arrival at the coast. The waves were warm and marine aromas in my nostrils. I could feel the sand under my feet. Yup, not like any Blackpool known to humanity, for sure!
No idea what brought it on. Holiday season?
All I can recall of this morning's fragments is a vivid sequence in which I was on a long, straight railway track to "Blackpool."
This was not any Blackpool known to humanity but it did have a beach. Quite clean and sandy. As we approached the shore, I needed to inspect the sand, for my feet were bare and I was cautious enough to be looking for broken glass.
Most odd was the way the beach was approached through a sort of house, maybe representing a station. I passed seamlessly from cross-country train to barefoot on the beach. All my senses seemed to be engaged for this pleasant, holiday arrival at the coast. The waves were warm and marine aromas in my nostrils. I could feel the sand under my feet. Yup, not like any Blackpool known to humanity, for sure!
No idea what brought it on. Holiday season?
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