Last night I went out to the woods on the bus and made camp for the night. I was surprised to find a couple of centimetres of snow on the ground, but it was pleasant to be in the wood while it was snowing. I don't like weather forecasts; they stop you from experiencing the world as it is. I'd rather be wet than afraid of nature.
Anyway, I went out to a wood, and I built a shelter. I'd seen Ray Mears make a long shelter with a long fire in front of it, so I started off making one of those. I found a medium-small fallen tree I could lie underneath and laid sticks up against it enclosing it completely on one side. I threw a couple of inches of a mixture of snow and pine needles over the twigs until no light came through. Then I suffered a failure trying to start a fire. Dry wood was hard to come by, and much of the wet wood was frozen as well as waterlogged. We've had a week of mist so it's unsurprising everything was so wet. I must brush up on my firelighting skills (which I'd thought were pretty good). I gave up on the fire and decided to enclose the shelter completely. At either end I repeated the process, then I made a porch with a doorway from a lintel and an upright, which I finished the same as the rest of it, with snow and pine needles. I hung my waterproof trousers up to enclose the door, and laid out my bed inside and found myself warmer than in my house.
I read a biography of Frank Zappa for an hour or so and drifted off. I dreamt that a fox had come inside and was trying to eat my cheese, so I chased it away. Then I changed my dream-mind and threw it pieces of cheese and enticed it in, where it curled up and slept on my belly. Then it was morning and the dawn sky was beige-orange. I had slept soundly for ten hours.
I struck camp (leaving the shelter) and walked back to my house. As I came over the moors I meditated on empathising with the DIftW hermit, and reached some answers. Then I encountered three joggers: "...I asked her over coffee."/"Morning!"/"Morning."/"And she said she earnt three times as much!"/"Hahaha." That was the end of that.
9 Feb 2010
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I changed my dream mind the other night. It was the first time I did it and I am very proud. Instead of getting eaten by a huge dragon I sent it to sleep.
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