This horrible dream. Drawing Luke Hockley.

This horrible dream.

Dear Self,

Last night I had this horrible dream.

I was running a workshop for a very large group and I turned up and had absolutely no idea what the topic for the workshop was or what I was meant to do.

All I knew was that I was meant to be in charge.

Slowly I pieced little bits together about what I was there to help with…but then the people in the room were just chaos.

They were running their own sub groups as I was trying to talk to the whole group.

The main thing was they just wouldn’t stand in a circle and listen to an instruction. It took me an hour and forty-five minutes to get their attention and then that lasted for about a minute and they were gone again.

It doesn’t sound so bad when I write it down…but I was so anxious, stressed through it all. I’ve woken up with that feeling in the background.


I can normally make sense of my dreams. I get that this one means I don’t feel ready, but for what? Campfire is on today and the studio is a mess…maybe it is that? But it doesn’t take long to get that sorted…is that really it?

I feel like it is some bigger theme. At the moment I am working hard on making more things and putting them into the world. Maybe it’s that?

Generally I feel behind in my life. There is a pretty long to do list and all the washing is piled up and the paper work is a mess on the kitchen table. I think it is that. I think some good old-fashioned cleaning up is what is needed to settle this feeling.

It’s worth a try.


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