Fourty Two, twit twoo.

Another dreeeeam! Yesss. Here goes what I can remember.

I was waiting about in a charity shop, it was Dan's last day of working there and he was seeing what stuff he could take (so trying stuff on a lot).
On the way home we were walking past some big posh houses, when I saw a couple of barn owls perched atop of a tall brick built gate post, I was in awe, then noticed they were baby owls! So I took out my camera and took photos, and then noticed there was a 3rd doing some crazy precarious balancing act lying across the other 2's heads! Heh heh.
Anyway, a mean twat of a person came along with a broom and shunted them off, muttering "no one wants them anyway, their mother has abandoned them". So myself, and two other people (my group was expanding) picked them up, and took them with us (the baby owls). They were very cute.
We then decided the owls needed feeding, so we found a tree to sit under (it was an oak, I think) and someone pulled some cooked white rice out of their bag, which they put on the floor and the owls started eating it.
Then along came a HUGE group of immigrants, also trying to get some rice! I pushed them away, the rice was for the owls! So they went away except for a couple of young girls who looked especially sad... I "took one under my wing" and gave her a pink plastic icecream spoon to eat some rice with, once she was done the spoon was broken and she handed it back to me. I fixed the spoon with some glue, and gave it back to her, she couldn't speak any English but was hesitant to take it (seemed like she'd never owned a free plastic icecream spoon before). Eventually she agreed to take it and it broke again.
Then we all walked off, taking owls and the couple of girls with us.
Then I remember something about water... but I can't remember what.

Then I woke up.
THEN I fell asleep again!

I was in a house, and it was obviously a bit of a broken family (I was part of it). The mum was all "grrrr stupid husband" and myself and my sibling (sister?) were sad about it, but it seemed it was normal.
I went into my room, where my dad was, and made him go to bed. Found sticky ring marks all over my desk, and was angry as it showed he had obviously just drunk a whole bottle of wine or something in my room (I think alcoholicism was the problem, this is definately NOT the case in real life, as my dad doesn't even ever really drink! Maybe the odd Bloody Mary when on holiday, but even thats rare...).
The next morning I told my dad that I'd booked him into rehab, he was all like "AHH what! Ahh shit... fine, I'll go pack". So he did.
Meanwhile my mum and the two of us daughters had to go search for somewhere else to live... all we could afford was a really horrible groundfloor flat in a horrible dirty district. Totally depressing, and it was night time which made it worse. Admittedly the house we had been in before in the dream hadn't been great...
My mum decided to make curry and such, and go round selling it for a price to earn more money, and she was just getting ready to go out so I had to warn her about a few things (such as people attacking her, and big black rats literally jumping up at her to get to the food) whilst I neatened up one of the plates full of food (some sort of fruity curry, with yellow rice. It looked VERY neat after I had dealt with it). I was also looking out of the window, and seeing all the bad stuff which was going on outside.
End!

Yesturday I managed to finish my piece for Alasdair, I really do hope that he'll pick me to do the rest of the illustrations for his book (if he NEEDS any more illustrations...).
Here it is:Drawn with a brown Pentel brush pen, and theres some water colour there, and lots of scanned Harris tweed. All scanned and then put together in Paint Shop Pro, with a little bit of digital adjusting & layering & such.

Yesturday I found out the wonders of Boursin cheese, and I now OFFICIALLY have an addiction to it. OM NOM NOM INDEED!

41. Running, running...

Another dream, yep! I think I'm gonna carry on doing this until I forget them.
Can't remember it all, but...

I was trying to get onto a bus, but I was so nearly too late and it was all very stressfull... then something else happened? Then someone and I were going to a youth hostel, it was right on the coast and we had to walk on the beach to get to it but the tide was coming in so we had to paddle and then I was like "where the hell is the hostel? We're going to be soaking soon!" and then it appeared round the back of a big rock.
Then the next day we went walking / exploring, and followed some sort of path through sand dunes but there was a large puddle / pond in the way so I decided "I'll jump over it!" so I took a running jump, and then landed the other side... but the other side was sinking sand, and I was sinking and sinking and the other person was shouting "swim up! Bex! Come to the surface!" sort of thing, but however hard I tried I couldn't... so I drowned or something...
Then turned up in some prison / concentration camp, and I was trying to escape... sprinting at chain link fences (tall ones with barbed wire on top) and having to scramble over them, someone chasing me and always seeming to catch me and I had to go over so many fences... in the end I escaped, and went back to the villagey area on the coast by where the youth hostel had been.
I found the person I had came with, they'd got pregnant or something and had had a kid (so I must have been in the prison for a while) and everyone seemed to have forgotten me.
And then I woke up.

What did I do yesturday? Ahh yes, snoozed on my beanbag on the floor and then went and cooked food for Shanty House. Sausage and chickpea curry stuff, with slightly peppered rice and gratered cheese on top. Nom.

Tomorrow morn I'm off to Holifair... I'll be being Lisa Harrison for the weekend! Muahahahaa.
We'll turn into one another soon, yesturday I noticed she was wearing the same socks as which Silje's mum gave me for my birthday. She then reminded me that we'd already had that conversation, and that she and Silje's mum had probably got them from the same shop in Stavanger, Norway.

Oh Silje (and Vera!!!!!), come home!
I miss yewwwww!

(One day this blog will turn back into an art blog... but for now, dreams blog!)

40. More dreaming.

The night before last I dreamt that I was cutting things, all I can remember is a black floppy covered book, into the shape of a long dagger / one of those sharpening irons.
Then last night I remember a couple of dreams... though not the entire thing of either of them.

In the first I was walking along at night / the evening, and I noticed a couple of tramps sleeping on a bench. The next morning I find out that the girl was Ruth (my 5th housemate from May - end of July) and the other was some guy who I didn't recognise who had a ponytail.
I couldn't believe that Ruth had got it so hard that she'd gone trampy, so I told her about a "hippy farm" which she could go live on for free, so long as she helped work the farm. It was called Culdrose, as was near to Fal... it's true, a place called Culdrose IS fairly near to Fal, however it's an army base. Culdees is a "hippy farm"... but thats in Scotland.
My second dream was one that I'm pretty sure I'd had before, I remember thinking in the dream "this dream has happened before... ahhh shit, the next bit is the horrible part with that angry woman...".

Yesturday the Falmouth Fish & other Skinners Brewery related people leapt onto a coach from Fal at about 4:30am, and travelled to London to sing at the London Beer festival in Earls court...
It was great fun, lots of marching and shouting "Olay, olay olay olay, Cornwall, Cornwall..." with the marching band we took with us (really enjoyable, Cornwall was most definately the rowdiest bunch out of everyone there). Sadly, Skinners won no awards this year... but it was still well worth going along.

39. I had a dream...

Last night I had a dream, I can't remember much of it but people were graduating uni, and I was looking at their "mortar boards" and thinking that they were all strange shapes (well... the bit which holds onto their heads was strange... as in, taller / thinner etc than normal - the board bit was the same). I then found out that it was a tradition for everyone to make their own mortar boards, so of course people had made red and white checkered ones and everything!
Thats all I remember.

Here, have Alan Male. I drew him over a month ago now.And whilst staring at Facebook, I noticed that one of the Norwegian's had got a LOVELY tattoo. I never really talked to her (maybe once of twice) but that doesn't matter.Look at the eyeeees! Wow. It was done by Deno from Tattoo Magic in Madrid (but this was somewhere in Norway at a tattoo convention).

Also, Vera showed me a BRILLIANT video!

38. Things I forgot to say.

The other night I had a dream.
I've been having rather strange and vivid (in a way that I remember much of it) dreams recently.
This one really was odd...

I and some others were sitting on a hill, it was covered in seats (like stadium seating) or stepped seating (like the Minnack outdoor theatre here in Cornwall)... we were eating Cornish Pasties, but they were painted in some black (edible) shiny sort of paint. Apparently it was traditional in that part of Cornwall. We then went to someones house, it was quite modern and had lots of stairs. I felt really awkward as it seemed that their mum did not want us there, so I found something to amuse myself. I found a hamster! I got it out of it's cage and cuddled it and played with it and carried it round, and was always thinking "wow, this is a really friendly hamster" - this is due to the fact that I am used to other peoples hamsters never being as friendly as the hamsters I've had (R.I.P. Wedgy, Moony, Lawry, and Scrumpy), perhaps this is because we never REALLY kept our hamsters in the cage... ANYWAY. I was still holding this hamster and walking up some stairs and thinking that when SUDDENLY it went all stiff, so I looked at it and it's eyes had gone all zombie-ish and pearly and scary and it looked horrible so I went "AHH!" and put it on the floor / dropped it / similar. It then ran about and tried to bite at my ankles a bit so I had to use the banister to lift myself on to avoid being bitten, and then ran into a room to find it's hamster ball to trap it but it seemed that the friend had LOADS of hamster balls, so I had trouble finding one with a matching lid, and then when I had found one and got to the hamster I could only fit it's head into the ball as it had turned to the size of a Jack Russel / Scottie dog! So it looked like it had a space helmet on!
Then I woke up.

Thats the second dream I've had recently about eyes going suddenly all scary and zombie-ish. I also had another hamster dream after that one, but the hamster didn't go crazy.
And another strange (but quite fun...) dream last night, but I shan't go into it.

Been fairly busy recently, last night was the 5th night in a row of drinking a little too much... the night before that my sister and I (who was down for 2 nights with me) had a bottle of white wine to share, and then went to The 'front with Dan & Lisa & Duncan & co. Night before that Elk (sister) and I also had a bottle of wine to share, and I had shanty practise & then open mic night at The 'front. And the night before THAT I had yummy yummy Dan-made pizza at Shanty house. And the night before THAT it was Dan & I's "6 months of eating face", so we went out for a yummalicious meal & drank another bottle of wine between us. So yes... lots of drinking.
Getting myself ready to my 1 day trip to London on Tuesday, perhaps... Falmouth Fish are playing Earls Court beer festival, you see... so we've got 2 x 6+ hours on a coach, and some hours singing, and lots of free alcomohol. I'm so sorry, liver... so, so sorry.

BUT YES! Last night! Fal Fish sung in the Chain Locker pub.... whilst being filmed... BY THE BBC.... with Oz Clarke and Hugh Dennis! I don't REALLY know who they are, but now I've been right in front of them I recognise them.
Oz liked Dan's face when Dan was singing. Refer back to the newspaper cut out of Fal Fish singing in one of my previous entries on hereeee.
Eh heh heh.

Photoses!We found some highly worrying potatoes with super duper long tentacles in the potato hole.

A dragonfly hung out in our yard for a while. A BIG one!

I made a purse for Dan, to stop him from dropping coins EVERYWHERE. Another of my tweeeed inventions, with sewn on felt details... the lighting was bad, so you can't really see it too well. The axe has "DJO" sewn into it.

I am now left in the house on my own for a couple of weeks or so...
I shall attack it, clean it all thoroughly (it doesn't often get it) and I feel the need to decorate some parts of it... I have an URGE. It's got too tatty.
And I shall attempt to learn to play my bodhran better... I really do need to, I'm just a bit poop at learning (anyone want to teach me? I'll learn way faster!).
And a couple of commissions... still...
Etc!

Ohhhh rainy rainy Cornwall.
This day exactly a year ago it wasn't rainy. My old friend Becca & I caught the bus to the Lizard, then bought a pasty, then walked to Kynance Cove - the sea was FULL of seaweed. Then sunbathed, then on the way back I found a rather poorly toad on the path, and a one legged cricket/grasshoppery thing.I've like to have this cardigan from Rachel Comey:Have some links:

Ming Makes (feckin' amazing droolalicious) Cupcakes.

Food Porn!

Beautiful beautiful printy stuff.

Thats all for now!
I think I'll give this thing a face-lift soon, have meant to for ages...
It's getting pretty crusty.
Over & out... FOR NOW.