oh . I do like to be beside the seaside .

Oh I do like to be beside the sea!

We have a tiny little cheap beach bach 2 minutes from the sea. Gorgeous.

We walked along the beach following little paths above the dunes.

For forty minutes we walked, baby chuckling in the stroller, until we got to the little township to find a butchers. The well-trodden pathways wound through the open area between the houses and the sea.

This is a sundial. Cool right?

We walked past beach bars and cafes and playgrounds but my eyes were on the sea.

The butchers was a delight. Here the butchers are little businesses selling a range of prepared meals and freshly cut meat ( that word fresh again - meaning unfrozen) often there are shelves of local wine, this one had local marmalade, and pasta and they have breadcrumbs sometimes.

Butchers are marvelous little shops. But so expensive!

Now, I would not ordinarily show you a picture of raw meat. I hate looking at pictures of raw meat - it is just too - raw - but these two pieces of grass fed steak cost over $50AU.

Oh my giddy aunt! I have been spoiled rotten by growing my own proteins. Paying $ 25 a steak bites me. Though, we should pay well for meat so as not to waste it. After all, an animal died so we could eat - this sacrifice should be respected. And between us all, it was not too much. So. You know.

We walked all the way back to the little cottage. Promising ourselves we would walk again in the morning.

We unceremoniously threw them on the barbie yesterday evening and ate them with the scalloped potatoes I prepped the day before and all was right with the world.

Do you want to hear my dream?

Oh my God. I hear you say. Throwing your arms up in the air. I do not want to hear your dream! The last thing anyone wants to hear is someone else’s dream!

But wait. Wait. You have to hear this! I wish you could have seen it, actually.

I was in a plane, a big plane flying low over a deep green sea. Below us, cows were swimming in the sea big cows, Herefords maybe, splashing with lazy determination. They had their big heads up out of the water and they watched the plane go by as they swam on with great calm. They were going somewhere and though I was not sure where, it all made perfect sense, as dreams often do. Below them, deep in the clear dark green sea, whales moved slowly under the surface, their broad backs glinting in a beautifully lit ocean. As though the ocean had side lights like in an aquarium. We could see far down into the sea. I could clearly see the currents as they swirled.

Inside the plane no one was surprised. People looked out of their windows quietly, as if cows in the sea and whales gently swimming past were perfectly ordinary, little gods.

Then the huge jet smoothly dropped even lower, over an island, under the jungle canopy, sliding between trees until it landed in a clearing. And all went silent as the engines shut off. We were in a field, stubbled with harvested rows from a recent harvest. We stepped out into the heat of the day, walking down a little ladder, the sky a soft, clear blue.

People dispersed. I walked into the field. Was it wheat stubble? Maybe skinny corn?

I ran back to the plane. Crept low past the customs guards. Found my bag, dug out a handful of seeds. Then I was back in the field, scratching quick lines in the soil, letting the black seeds fall through my fingers. Hurrying. I might be seen at any moment. And owning seeds was not allowed. I stayed low to the ground. I knew it was forbidden, but the earth was bare, and the seeds might grow if there was rain and the whales were calling through the trees and the cows would arrive and soon we’d be lifting into the sky again.

And that’s where it ends.

What do you think it means?

What was your last dream?

Love Celi

PS: I sometimes think I would like a dream page. Just for me mind you. My dreams are full of interesting things to see. Lots of details and colour. They feel like messages that if collated might mean something. But they aren’t. They are just passing dreams.