I'm not overly sure when it started maybe aged 5 o
6, I had two recurring dreams. The first one was of an old steam train
chugging steam and hisses (steam) and I was watching an eagle gliding alongside
that train. And that was it, it would
just end after a short period.
At other times at same age (and alongside the train
visions) I had a dream of me being a huge eagle (Haast maybe) and flying up and
down the length and breadth of Te Wai Pounamu and suddenly falling from the
skies and about to crash into Lyttelton Harbour and the dream ends after waking
up sweating.
The strange thing with both I had no prior history of a
train or Lyttelton Harbour. 10 or so years ago I wrote a piece called How Great
is the Greatest, a story about the last Hikoioi (Haast Eagle.)
And with the train dream, also about ten years ago, I
started singing Locomotive Breath at Karaoke.
Both exclamations did indeed get me to make dreams real,
vividly.
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