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Numbers

So many of my dreams involve trying to catch hold of something, be it a number, a word or a name. I have them for a moment and then they slip from me, turning the rest of the dream into one of seeking to retrieve. Last night it was numbers. Someone in a bank had told me of my code and then it was gone. Sometimes I remembered it as words, though they too have now alluded me. Are they still there in the reaches of my brain?

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.