Dreams are made of this

The day before I launch my new Dreamcatcher page on this website, documenting your nocturnal adventures in the Land of Nod, something very strange happened.

It’s even stranger than the dream I had about riding in the number seven car with The Ant Hill Mob from Wacky Races.

You know how early on in this lockdown journal I likened Lush Places to the cult television series, The Prisoner? Especially with the daily call-to-arms of The Sound of Music theme tune blaring out from my window into a deserted village square at one o’clock, prompting residents to stand on doorsteps, lean out from windows or walk their dogs in readiness for the rousing request of the day.

Well, yesterday morning I was out with my own dogs in the pouring rain, minding my own business, when I saw this approaching me from just up the road. Excuse the picture quality, but it was hammering it down, and neither Ruby nor Arty were that keen on going out for their morning exercise.

To get the full effect, you need to see the video on my Facebook page, as for some spooky reason the original footage has disappeared from my phone.

The ball changed direction and came my way, accosting me and the dogs as we stood, open-mouthed, on the kerbside.

If you’ve ever seen The Prisoner, you’ll appreciate this large blue ball is very like Rover, the sinister bubble that kept the village residents in line. There are two differences. Difference one is the colour…

The second difference is that I captured it rather than the other way around. Yes! I struck a blow for the common man. Or the common woman. Which in a dream would be very empowering. As it was real life, it was all a bit too surreal.

I rounded up the ball and put it into the front garden of a friend, who was none the wiser because she was still in bed.

‘It could only happen to you,’ Mrs Bancroft said when I messaged her to tell her about my experience.

This is true. I’m to weirdness as a magnet is to iron filings.

On that note, I invite you to put on your Wee Willie Winkie hat and climb the stairs to my Dreamcatcher page to see some of the fantastic dreams you’ve been having during the lockdown. Thanks so much for sharing them. I’d love to document some more, so please keep a pen and pad next to your bed to write down your dream as soon as you wake up.

In other news, it’s May Day, the ancient festival of spring known by Gaelic people as Beltane.

Appropriately, dandelion parachutes are floating by like fairies here in Dorset on this beautiful day, with angel wing clouds fluttering in a vivid blue sky, giving us all hope for a brighter future.

That’s about it.

Love Maddie x

By Maddie Grigg

Maddie Grigg is the pen name of former local newspaper editor Margery Hookings. Expect reflections on rural life, community, landscape, underdogs, heritage and folklore. And fun.

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