On Sunday, in Church, a complete stranger came up to me, hugged me, and thanked me for my organ and piano playing. I, week by week, play piano and organ at St Catherine's Bow, its so good to be appreciated and made to feel welcome. It made me think are there any people you know that are dedicated members of your church, or club or place of work who could do with a thank you? Encouragement can make a persons day, it certainly made mine

Yesterday I dreamt that I was being followed. It felt odd it verged onto being a nightmare. It was very grey and shadowy. My dreams are normally quite colourful. There was a feeling, a presence of being drawn into a confined space. It was like a cell. This dream changed into people around me being furtive and not audible hiding and walking around but not focusing on anything. I woke up from this dream feeling confused and slightly disorientated. I thought maybe I was dehydrated so I had a wee drink and went back to sleep. My next dream was of me walking along a path by a river but the river water moved very slowly. A very beautiful man was swimming in the water and he stopped swimming and he waved and wanted me to come into the water. He had a radiant smile I spoke to him but he vanished under the water. A boat came into view it was a very long barge but it was as big,  as a two story house. I got on the barge. I woke up.

I had the happiest dream. I was chasing around a huge building that I did not know, with people I did not know. Having lots of fun. The police started running around laughing and going into different rooms. I started building a pipe organ which seemed organic. I was playing and people would stop and have a chat. I got up and ran around again. There were suddenly loads of plants started popping up all shapes, sizes, colours and textures. The organ I had built turned into a tree and I started to climb it. and when I did I ended up on the roof of this huge house, which was surrounded by a river with the sunlight twinkling and dancing on the waters surface. I was entranced by the dancing light and I heard laughter coming from people climbing the tree. I then woke up. It was a dream so vivid but odd as dreams can be a mixture of ordinary with the absurd and beauty intertwining. I woke feeling good and happy. A happiness that has not been in my spirit for a while.
Outside it was day time and  the sunshine was shining through my window filling the bedroom with not a blazing light but a softer light defused by the curtains. I felt today was going to be a happy day and in many ways it was. The dream had acted like a medicine and lifted a weight off my chest that had lasted far too long. Funny how laughter and play in dreams can help so much. I wonder if I will dream a similar dream tonight.

today

It is sunny and I am drifting around like a stick in a river with no clear intention of what I am doing or where I am going. Drifting, drifting, drifting. The day is beautiful the flowers and greenery bring life to this dullish town. I need to break free from this middle aged mentality and jump and dance and sing again. My enthusiasm seems drained today. Each word is dragged out of me like a tired relic from the depths of a deepening sea. Why is everything such a huge effort. I feel like a weight is pulling me down, pulling me down. Let me sing a new song and cheer myself everything seems old and worn and boring a hole of lack of interest. I must shake off this feeling of indifference and reclaim happiness and fun today has become a nothing day I must shake until I see the special, the great, the wonderful. Food, the smell of bacon does it every time. Marvellous.