I was going to a party and I meet some girls on route. We enter what looked like a large student accommodation block with dark, white walls, I said these need to be a more inviting colour like yellow or orange. We arrived at the main party dance floor , it was full of strangers. I made an excuse to go and put on more appropriate footwear which turned out to be hiking boots. Suddenly I am outside in what feels like a former mining village. I’ve been here before but am struggling to find my way around. I see a young man who I recognise but cannot remember his name. He cannot go on the walk as he has his sister with him. It’s implied that I have to go on and I hug them both (her first) and as I hug him I joke that men can hug nowadays. As we part I promise to keep in touch via the walking forum. The streets are steep but this is not a problem to me.

I go up one flight of stone steps only to go down another. En route I pass by a house between two levels which I describe as lovely. I have to climb up ropes in order to get to the next level, others near me are doing the same thing, you can’t put your feet on the floor – that’s the game. Now, I’m in a room where Lawrence Fox is in a leather wing back chair, he doesn’t look at me whilst he talks to me but what he says is unclear. I ask him if my feet are still not to touch the floor and he explains that is the rule of their game, he seems simmering, annoyed but resigned.

I wake up.

 

Thoughts and reflections

I’m pretty sure this is a political dream, the ‘colours’ the white, yellow and orange give that away! I have been spending a lot of time on twitter as of late and this is probably the most political platform throughout all of social media. I have been ebbing and flowing between Socialism and Liberalism whilst trying to get to grips with why the conservatives do what they do…they are soulless greedy people!

Conversely, Chris and I have been trying to agree on a colour palette for the living room and kitchen, both of which are currently – white!

The student connection, well on the one hand that ties in with me working at a university but also I have enrolled in my ‘Beginner’s Italian’ course at college thus making me a student, maybe the fact that I was with the students is purely how I see myself right now, learning all manner of things. Going to a ‘party’ maybe a symbolic play on the whole ‘political party’ theme of which I have been involved on twitter as referenced above, this is further backed up by the ‘dance floor’ being ‘full of strangers’ – we talk to people (sic) on Social Media but they remain strangers to us for all intents and purposes.

My decision to adorn hiking boots in my dream echoes my attempt to revert back to being the “West Pennines Wanderer” on twitter and no longer using my name / personal account. This is a decision which I have since reversed. The ‘mining village’ had a very Yorkshire feel to it as referenced in the Hovis adverts of old, but the hills, the sloping streets felt more like Snowdonia – the place where I have summited my highest peak so far.