Dead Saxons in my dreams...
Feb. 11th, 2006 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynI had an odd dream last night. The particularly odd thing was that it seemed to come in narrative form - it was as if I was sitting somewhere hearing a voice that was telling me this story, with occasionally flashes of imagery.
It all began with the construction of the bypass. In a field a number of skeletons were discovered, all quite plainly laid out there on their backs. At first there was some apprehension that the construction workers had uncovered a forgotten crime, but radiocarbon dating placed the skeletons as belonging to the 7th century AD, and so the bodies were shipped to a nearby museum, where they were placed in a basement and mostly forgotten, construction began, and no one really thought anymore of it.
It had almost been forgotten when strange things began to happen on the motorway. The first complaint was from a driver who claimed to suddenly find a small, wild looking man with dark eyes watching him from the back seat of his car. Other sightings occured. Men, and occasionally women, in ragged clothing were seen in the backs of cars, or standing in the motorway. Accidents began to pile up, and eventually the British Transport Police decided to bring in Sarah Grace, an archaeologist with some experience in...unusual happenings
Then I woke up.
On one hand, I'm quite curious as to where it is all going. On the other, I'm mildly worried that I'm thinking about my thesis a little too much....
In other news, life is good, I went to Portsmouth yesterday with jez, walked along the seafront and found Portsmouth Cathedral which is surprisingly pretty. I'm getting slightly anxious about money and university work, but I think all shall be well. And today I go to Kingston to see Li'l sis's new house.
Onward!
It all began with the construction of the bypass. In a field a number of skeletons were discovered, all quite plainly laid out there on their backs. At first there was some apprehension that the construction workers had uncovered a forgotten crime, but radiocarbon dating placed the skeletons as belonging to the 7th century AD, and so the bodies were shipped to a nearby museum, where they were placed in a basement and mostly forgotten, construction began, and no one really thought anymore of it.
It had almost been forgotten when strange things began to happen on the motorway. The first complaint was from a driver who claimed to suddenly find a small, wild looking man with dark eyes watching him from the back seat of his car. Other sightings occured. Men, and occasionally women, in ragged clothing were seen in the backs of cars, or standing in the motorway. Accidents began to pile up, and eventually the British Transport Police decided to bring in Sarah Grace, an archaeologist with some experience in...unusual happenings
Then I woke up.
On one hand, I'm quite curious as to where it is all going. On the other, I'm mildly worried that I'm thinking about my thesis a little too much....
In other news, life is good, I went to Portsmouth yesterday with jez, walked along the seafront and found Portsmouth Cathedral which is surprisingly pretty. I'm getting slightly anxious about money and university work, but I think all shall be well. And today I go to Kingston to see Li'l sis's new house.
Onward!
