Picnic at Hanging Rock

Speaking of dreams I return to picnic at hanging rock several nights a year …I am a boy but dressed like the girls ..in my dreams the population of my subconscious are usually hostile to visitors so I have to be careful …gentle attempts to persuade everyone not to climb the rock are greeted with suspicion .. i scramble the rock outcrops trying to keep an eye on everyone …and of course my subconscious alerts the rest to my presence and those horrid girls pull my hair and eventually hurl me from a precipice …allowing them to fulfill their narrative without further concious interference …..Bloody Peter Weir…


About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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