Journeying to work. Catching the bus. The bus goes in all manner of strange directions, up to the Old Shoreham Road, then down past Terminus Road etc. There are people from work on the bus. Well, Ben Lappin at least. I ignore him by pretending to read my book. I cannot remember very much of the book, but it involves a character who has just been 'released from New York Reform School'.
At work. Trying to clock in on my computer, but it is taking such a long time. Shala is working back at Telegen again. She is sat next to me. I ask her to clock me in as my computer is taking ages to boot up. I finally get my computer booted up. I tell Shala not to worry, even though it is very kind of her, but I have clocked myself in. It seems I have been moved to a different campaign; 'Benenden'. I point this out to everyone else, who thinks I must only be doing it for the day. I am not, I argue, they wouldn't have changed my clocking screen around for just one day. Then I realise I am quite happy about this. I was very bored of my previous campaign. Ben and Matt come into the office and ask me to come with them as they have something to talk to me about. One of them, Ben I think, says 'don't worry, it's good news'.
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Friday, 7 May 2010
Gloomy Castle Attic Rooms (night of 6th May 2010)
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Seeing Sam. Telling Sarah I had seen Sam.
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Sharing a flat with Andy. This resembled my old flat on Buckingham Street. Saying to Andy that something bad had happened and gesturing toward the window. Scaffolding could clearly be seen covering the window, and a builder's burly legs. Earlier on I had noticed there was some scaffolding work at the back of the house. Andy did not seem bothered by this.
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Pam. An old style telephone. The darkenened and empty upstairs floor of a nightclub.
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With my father in a castle. The castle is open to the public. There are rumours that the attic rooms are wrong, or are haunted. These interest me. When we reach them, they resemble abandoned bedsit rooms; a shabby bed, scattered magazines, emptiness.
I go to the window of one and look out onto a kind of rootop garden. Battlements surrounding it? Countryside in the distance? There is another bed in this garden. Then, whilst looking through the window at it, am no longer sure whether or not it is outside, or is in fact, another room. Something about three walls. Only the fourth letting in light. Just inside this garden attic room is a patch of grass. Beneath the grass is quite clearly the shape of a body.
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Walking up a set of stairs and coming to a sort of landing. Jim, an old associate, is on the landing painting a canvas. It appears to be of a Salvador Dali-esque landscape. I consider telling him this but think he will be none too pleased at such a comparison. There is a woman on the landing too, perhaps lying on a sofa. her and Jim seem to have a slightly aggressive attitude toward me. They ask me a question, some kind of riddle, something about 'divorce to 25' or similar. There is a missing word or something. Whatever, I cannot hear it.
Seeing Sam. Telling Sarah I had seen Sam.
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Sharing a flat with Andy. This resembled my old flat on Buckingham Street. Saying to Andy that something bad had happened and gesturing toward the window. Scaffolding could clearly be seen covering the window, and a builder's burly legs. Earlier on I had noticed there was some scaffolding work at the back of the house. Andy did not seem bothered by this.
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Pam. An old style telephone. The darkenened and empty upstairs floor of a nightclub.
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With my father in a castle. The castle is open to the public. There are rumours that the attic rooms are wrong, or are haunted. These interest me. When we reach them, they resemble abandoned bedsit rooms; a shabby bed, scattered magazines, emptiness.
I go to the window of one and look out onto a kind of rootop garden. Battlements surrounding it? Countryside in the distance? There is another bed in this garden. Then, whilst looking through the window at it, am no longer sure whether or not it is outside, or is in fact, another room. Something about three walls. Only the fourth letting in light. Just inside this garden attic room is a patch of grass. Beneath the grass is quite clearly the shape of a body.
.
Walking up a set of stairs and coming to a sort of landing. Jim, an old associate, is on the landing painting a canvas. It appears to be of a Salvador Dali-esque landscape. I consider telling him this but think he will be none too pleased at such a comparison. There is a woman on the landing too, perhaps lying on a sofa. her and Jim seem to have a slightly aggressive attitude toward me. They ask me a question, some kind of riddle, something about 'divorce to 25' or similar. There is a missing word or something. Whatever, I cannot hear it.
Thursday, 6 May 2010
The White Egg-Bird (night of 5th May 2010)
A bleak landscape. Moorland. Hills. Possibly in the North of England. I am preparing to go on holiday with Mark (possibly Andy?). We are going to New Zealand. I am staying with his family for a day or two beforehand. We go to a supermarket (?) out in the moorland. The landscape surrounding the supermarket is gloomy; mucky bogs, bleak hills etc. The sky is depthless and grey.
A number of us walking through this landscape. A kind of valley, overhanging with vegetation. We discover something. Something that looks like a white egg, but is some kind of bird also. It looks like it is made out of lego. It has some connection to my (?) past. It's own past is somewhat traumatic, though ultimately unknown. It also has an ability to wipe things out of history, so they never existed in time. These things it wipes out of existence have some connection to its own perceptions of its past. It wipes out a road. It fades away and is replaced by grass. It tried to do that with me, but it either does not work, or I am transfigured into some kind of ghost. We push the white egg bird around in a pram. I begin to feel sorry for it while everyone else hates it. It cannot help what it is doing. It looks so helpless.
A number of us walking through this landscape. A kind of valley, overhanging with vegetation. We discover something. Something that looks like a white egg, but is some kind of bird also. It looks like it is made out of lego. It has some connection to my (?) past. It's own past is somewhat traumatic, though ultimately unknown. It also has an ability to wipe things out of history, so they never existed in time. These things it wipes out of existence have some connection to its own perceptions of its past. It wipes out a road. It fades away and is replaced by grass. It tried to do that with me, but it either does not work, or I am transfigured into some kind of ghost. We push the white egg bird around in a pram. I begin to feel sorry for it while everyone else hates it. It cannot help what it is doing. It looks so helpless.
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
Powerful Experiments in Place (night of 4th May 2010)
An area just outside Kinloss in Scotland. A bridge over a stream (or burn I should say). Summer days. A footpath leads away from the bridge. Someone crosses the bridge, but pauses. This pleases me. I think 'at least he stopped for a while'.
Driving through Burnside with someone else. I am overjoyed to be back. I am delighted that they still have the white street lamps, though notice, with both dismay and acceptance, that some of them have new beige bulbs in. The street lamps are tall. Burnside is larger than in waking life.
Watching a television documentary with Andy on a photographer (?) who was fascinated with taking pictures of the Kinloss area. His photographs - black and white - show gloomy roads, misty hills etc and one appears to be of the bridge over the stream covered with fog. I say to Andy how this is making me 'feel funny' - a mixture of anxiety and nostalgia, but he does not seem to understand.
There are people from work here too. Tristam (in the dream his second name seems to be Woodhue) has found himself lost in one of the tiny clumps of foggy wood. A man and a woman, who seem to possess some kind of elker knowledge state that 'he must be doing some powerful experiments in place to be able to do that'. They are referring to the photographer, and seem to imply that his photographic talent has some arcane and occult power.
Another work-woman is here too, with her boyfriend. They are coming back from Southside. I wonder if Southside has any pubs. In the area between Southside and Burnside, there is now a carpark. Abbeylands Primary School is still there, but is all squashed in. Work-woman's boyfriend does not like a car that is covered with some kind of corrugated artistic poster arrangement, and tears it all off.
An image of the work-woman in a cavernous corridor, a mixture of a hallway like a cathedral interior and a cave.
Driving through Burnside with someone else. I am overjoyed to be back. I am delighted that they still have the white street lamps, though notice, with both dismay and acceptance, that some of them have new beige bulbs in. The street lamps are tall. Burnside is larger than in waking life.
Watching a television documentary with Andy on a photographer (?) who was fascinated with taking pictures of the Kinloss area. His photographs - black and white - show gloomy roads, misty hills etc and one appears to be of the bridge over the stream covered with fog. I say to Andy how this is making me 'feel funny' - a mixture of anxiety and nostalgia, but he does not seem to understand.
There are people from work here too. Tristam (in the dream his second name seems to be Woodhue) has found himself lost in one of the tiny clumps of foggy wood. A man and a woman, who seem to possess some kind of elker knowledge state that 'he must be doing some powerful experiments in place to be able to do that'. They are referring to the photographer, and seem to imply that his photographic talent has some arcane and occult power.
Another work-woman is here too, with her boyfriend. They are coming back from Southside. I wonder if Southside has any pubs. In the area between Southside and Burnside, there is now a carpark. Abbeylands Primary School is still there, but is all squashed in. Work-woman's boyfriend does not like a car that is covered with some kind of corrugated artistic poster arrangement, and tears it all off.
An image of the work-woman in a cavernous corridor, a mixture of a hallway like a cathedral interior and a cave.
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Not that Voice (night of 3rd May 2010)
22.
In a room with a woman. The room is a little messy, possibly a bedroom. We are involved in some kind of contest, involving an exercise book (?) and pieces of paper. One of us has to drop the bundle of papers/book from a height, and the other person has to try and catch them. She tells me there is a special technique I can use and she will show me. She drops the papers/book from the ceiling, but there does not seem to be any new technique.
23.
Travelling through Russia by train. Possibly with Andrew. Outside the window large grassy plains pass by. I become momentarily worried about having to change trains in the deep Russia, but the moment passes.
24.
Walking along a path in a field. It is approaching twilight. There may be a cottage nearby. A number of people are coming toward me - part of some kind of rambling group. Some are starting to cut across the field, not using the path. I can hear them talk about how pleased they have been with the progress made that day. They are slowing for the night. I will have to walk past them. I am nervous -should I say hello or just ignore them?
25. (not a dream as such, but I remember waking and saying the words 'not THAT voice' in a tone of supernatural terror. I then woke properly, but have no memory of the dream -or nightmare- that precipitated such an outbur
st)
In a room with a woman. The room is a little messy, possibly a bedroom. We are involved in some kind of contest, involving an exercise book (?) and pieces of paper. One of us has to drop the bundle of papers/book from a height, and the other person has to try and catch them. She tells me there is a special technique I can use and she will show me. She drops the papers/book from the ceiling, but there does not seem to be any new technique.
23.
Travelling through Russia by train. Possibly with Andrew. Outside the window large grassy plains pass by. I become momentarily worried about having to change trains in the deep Russia, but the moment passes.
24.
Walking along a path in a field. It is approaching twilight. There may be a cottage nearby. A number of people are coming toward me - part of some kind of rambling group. Some are starting to cut across the field, not using the path. I can hear them talk about how pleased they have been with the progress made that day. They are slowing for the night. I will have to walk past them. I am nervous -should I say hello or just ignore them?
25. (not a dream as such, but I remember waking and saying the words 'not THAT voice' in a tone of supernatural terror. I then woke properly, but have no memory of the dream -or nightmare- that precipitated such an outbur
st)
Friday, 30 April 2010
Goths never age (night of 29th April 2010)
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A member of the 1980s obscure goth band Into A Circle. I thought he was looking remarkably young. He was telling me how they had a song on 'Gay Bikers Disco' or a similarly titled album.
A member of the 1980s obscure goth band Into A Circle. I thought he was looking remarkably young. He was telling me how they had a song on 'Gay Bikers Disco' or a similarly titled album.
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
The Puzzle Game (night of 27th April 2010)
19.
A hand-held puzzle game, rather like those found in the 1980s. This was in the form of a maze, in which you had to guide a metal ball somewhere. Manipulating this device caused a corresponding change in a curious reality, though, whether this reality was, or wasn't, a facet of the game is unclear.
A building, like some venerable university institution. Set in the old autumnal grounds of the city. This building was the base of an organisation dedicated to fighting demons (shades of Buffy the Vampire Slayer again). Demons were forever trying to penetrate the building.
Manipulating the device also controlled a demon. The purpose of the game / reality was to try and get into the headquarters of this anti-demonic agency. I could not get my demon past reception - the entry gates required some kind of ID that the demon did not have, and my manipulation of the maze game could not create.
The POV of view in the dream shifted between three perceptions. The first one was that of playing the maze-game, and noticing the corresponding changes in reality, the second was of watching the demon (who seemed to be nothing more that a slightly monstrous-looking human) trying to gain entrance to the building, rather like watching a film (or Buffy the Vampire Slayer...) and the last was of actually being the demon itself, feeling it's frustration at being unable to enter the building...
20.
A free standing bath and shower in a corridor of a building. Dark brick walls. I am reminded of Forres Academy - my secondary school in Scotland. I am taking a shower, or rather, waiting for the shower to warm up. Other people are waiting for the shower too. I begin to think is it normal to be naked in such a public place? It does not seem particularly abnormal. I am aware that the other people waiting for the shower are becoming impatient with me. They will become even more impatient when they realise I have to leave the shower while I go and retrieve something from another room.
A hand-held puzzle game, rather like those found in the 1980s. This was in the form of a maze, in which you had to guide a metal ball somewhere. Manipulating this device caused a corresponding change in a curious reality, though, whether this reality was, or wasn't, a facet of the game is unclear.
A building, like some venerable university institution. Set in the old autumnal grounds of the city. This building was the base of an organisation dedicated to fighting demons (shades of Buffy the Vampire Slayer again). Demons were forever trying to penetrate the building.
Manipulating the device also controlled a demon. The purpose of the game / reality was to try and get into the headquarters of this anti-demonic agency. I could not get my demon past reception - the entry gates required some kind of ID that the demon did not have, and my manipulation of the maze game could not create.
The POV of view in the dream shifted between three perceptions. The first one was that of playing the maze-game, and noticing the corresponding changes in reality, the second was of watching the demon (who seemed to be nothing more that a slightly monstrous-looking human) trying to gain entrance to the building, rather like watching a film (or Buffy the Vampire Slayer...) and the last was of actually being the demon itself, feeling it's frustration at being unable to enter the building...
20.
A free standing bath and shower in a corridor of a building. Dark brick walls. I am reminded of Forres Academy - my secondary school in Scotland. I am taking a shower, or rather, waiting for the shower to warm up. Other people are waiting for the shower too. I begin to think is it normal to be naked in such a public place? It does not seem particularly abnormal. I am aware that the other people waiting for the shower are becoming impatient with me. They will become even more impatient when they realise I have to leave the shower while I go and retrieve something from another room.
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
The Family Hermolle under Nazi Rule (night of 26th April 2010)
18.
Some kind of museum. Perhaps watching the kind of documentary that is shown in museums as part of a special display. Unsure. An alternate world where the allies had lost World War II, and Britain fell under Nazi rule. The museum was dedicated to chronicling the history of the time when Britain was first invaded -1n 1945 or therabouts. At that time, all British citizens had to prove who they were to the occupying nazi authorities. There were documents - or photographs- relating to my family at that time. A story was told of how the 'Family Hermolle' had to present themselves at the townhall, with a bedstead from home as proof of their identity. An image of my grandfather. Were our family Jewish in the dream?
Some kind of museum. Perhaps watching the kind of documentary that is shown in museums as part of a special display. Unsure. An alternate world where the allies had lost World War II, and Britain fell under Nazi rule. The museum was dedicated to chronicling the history of the time when Britain was first invaded -1n 1945 or therabouts. At that time, all British citizens had to prove who they were to the occupying nazi authorities. There were documents - or photographs- relating to my family at that time. A story was told of how the 'Family Hermolle' had to present themselves at the townhall, with a bedstead from home as proof of their identity. An image of my grandfather. Were our family Jewish in the dream?
Monday, 26 April 2010
Sunday, 25 April 2010
Happy Drawing (night of 24th April 2010)
16.
I am working on a drawing, and am using pencils of watercolours to paint the brickwork of a wall a pale blue. I am happy doing this.
(What an incredibly boring dream!)
I am working on a drawing, and am using pencils of watercolours to paint the brickwork of a wall a pale blue. I am happy doing this.
(What an incredibly boring dream!)
Saturday, 24 April 2010
Dreaming of Future Doctor Who (night of 23rd April 2010)
14.
A dream of a coming Doctor Who episode. The Doctor is on an alien planet, there are a number of other people about. The alien planet resembles an english countryside with a dark and brooding sky. A spacecraft lands - a flying saucer type. The ramp opens and a number of people descend. One of them is Riversong (a character in the current story). The episode ends. I turn to Andy (?) and say to him that is the Doctor's wife, and that it was a good episode. Secretly I am not convinced.
(I had this dream on the night before tonight's Doctor Who, when Riversong returned of course (I did know this was happening). Strangely, last week, I had another dream about this episode, about the malevolent weeping angels in my flat. Two dreams about an episode I hadn't yet seen. Hmm.)
15.
People in a kind of wild country, remniscent of the Undercliff Walk that runs back from the Marine. A dark and stormy sky, edging toward nightfall.
A dream of a coming Doctor Who episode. The Doctor is on an alien planet, there are a number of other people about. The alien planet resembles an english countryside with a dark and brooding sky. A spacecraft lands - a flying saucer type. The ramp opens and a number of people descend. One of them is Riversong (a character in the current story). The episode ends. I turn to Andy (?) and say to him that is the Doctor's wife, and that it was a good episode. Secretly I am not convinced.
(I had this dream on the night before tonight's Doctor Who, when Riversong returned of course (I did know this was happening). Strangely, last week, I had another dream about this episode, about the malevolent weeping angels in my flat. Two dreams about an episode I hadn't yet seen. Hmm.)
15.
People in a kind of wild country, remniscent of the Undercliff Walk that runs back from the Marine. A dark and stormy sky, edging toward nightfall.
Thursday, 22 April 2010
Revenge Killing in Prison (night of 21st April 2010)
9.
A friend will not tell me why she is going to Essex over the Easter holidays. I keep badgering her for information, even though I know it is because she is going to see an unsuitabke boyfriend.
10.
I visit a prison. Whilst there, I stab a prisoner to death in one of the cells. This is some kind of revenge killing for something he has done to a member of my family or a close friend. I know I will be caught for this, and find myself a cell to sit in and wait to be arrested. I fall asleep. I wake up. Sarah is here. I think her dress looks beautiful and this makes me sad becuase I know I shall be in prison for a long time. No-one has come to arrest me. Perhaps I can get away with it?
11.
Someone dangerous has finished their prison sentence. It is my Mum's new partner. Everyone knows he is bad news. This is the first time I have met him. He seems to have a moustache and long black hair, looking a little like Nick Cave. We are in some living room. Shaking his hand. It is a bit slimy, but he seems nice enough.
(There seems to be a rather obvious recurring thread through the above dreams. Aside from this they seemed to be separate dreams, so I have treated them as such)
12.
People from work. The interior of a building, remniscent of a school, or the printing rooms in an art college.
13.
Tom is talking to me about the goth band The Sisters of Mercy. He is saying how they were a ridiculous 1980s band, awful yet strangely compelling.
A friend will not tell me why she is going to Essex over the Easter holidays. I keep badgering her for information, even though I know it is because she is going to see an unsuitabke boyfriend.
10.
I visit a prison. Whilst there, I stab a prisoner to death in one of the cells. This is some kind of revenge killing for something he has done to a member of my family or a close friend. I know I will be caught for this, and find myself a cell to sit in and wait to be arrested. I fall asleep. I wake up. Sarah is here. I think her dress looks beautiful and this makes me sad becuase I know I shall be in prison for a long time. No-one has come to arrest me. Perhaps I can get away with it?
11.
Someone dangerous has finished their prison sentence. It is my Mum's new partner. Everyone knows he is bad news. This is the first time I have met him. He seems to have a moustache and long black hair, looking a little like Nick Cave. We are in some living room. Shaking his hand. It is a bit slimy, but he seems nice enough.
(There seems to be a rather obvious recurring thread through the above dreams. Aside from this they seemed to be separate dreams, so I have treated them as such)
12.
People from work. The interior of a building, remniscent of a school, or the printing rooms in an art college.
13.
Tom is talking to me about the goth band The Sisters of Mercy. He is saying how they were a ridiculous 1980s band, awful yet strangely compelling.
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
A Long Walk Home (night of 20th April 2010)
7.
In an unfamiliar city street. The feel of a provinicial town. Meet Andrea in a kind of market square. Sunny day.
Having to walk home from work - a different place than the waking life call centre. The work building is situated in a rural area - the feel of Scotland. Evergreen trees and shadowy glades. A long, grey road. Do not mind having to walk the long route home from work because I have Roberto Bolano's magnum opus to read, '2166'. Explaining this to Andrea. She looks at me askance.
Cally from work giving me a flyer for a party that will last four days and begins at midnight on the first day. Trying to explain to her that I am too old for partying these days, and certainly not for parties that last for four days.
8.
Difficult to explain this one. There was a surreal pun filled single page series of illustrations in childhood comics such as Whoopee etc. These were called 'World Wide Wierdies' and featured such things as 'Ghoul-ditz Castle' and 'The Isles of Silly' etc. In this dream, there were objects that were based on these cartoons. For some reason they ended up being burned in a furnace located in an industrial basement. I remember seeing one sculpture / object burning in the fire. The basement had tiny windows situated high up, looking out into the night. There was also the feel of a swimming pool about the place.
In an unfamiliar city street. The feel of a provinicial town. Meet Andrea in a kind of market square. Sunny day.
Having to walk home from work - a different place than the waking life call centre. The work building is situated in a rural area - the feel of Scotland. Evergreen trees and shadowy glades. A long, grey road. Do not mind having to walk the long route home from work because I have Roberto Bolano's magnum opus to read, '2166'. Explaining this to Andrea. She looks at me askance.
Cally from work giving me a flyer for a party that will last four days and begins at midnight on the first day. Trying to explain to her that I am too old for partying these days, and certainly not for parties that last for four days.
8.
Difficult to explain this one. There was a surreal pun filled single page series of illustrations in childhood comics such as Whoopee etc. These were called 'World Wide Wierdies' and featured such things as 'Ghoul-ditz Castle' and 'The Isles of Silly' etc. In this dream, there were objects that were based on these cartoons. For some reason they ended up being burned in a furnace located in an industrial basement. I remember seeing one sculpture / object burning in the fire. The basement had tiny windows situated high up, looking out into the night. There was also the feel of a swimming pool about the place.
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Insects of an Unknown Country (night of 19th April 2010)
3.
In a room on the ship. Despite the fact there was a resemblance between the room on the ship and my bedsit, it felt like a room that was also centuries old. Wood panelled walls? Perhaps. The room was dark, and in the room was a woman, dressed in, maybe, 16th century attire, all voluminous fabrics and flowing dresses, hair all darkness and ringlets. I looked up, and saw, covering my television (even though it was the 16th century or thereabouts) was a mound of apples. The woman was suddenly angry. The fact that the apples (which were being stored in the room) had tipped over meant that the ship was carrying slaves in the hold. The woman said that she would rather bed down there with the slaves.
4.
A plane journey. The plane lands on water, in the harbour of a foreign country. I am allowed outside when the plane lands and see that numerous air stewards and stewardesses are standing on a number of 'skis' that are attached to the plane. They take out an oar each and paddle the plane to the quayside, despite the fact it is a jumbo jet. I am impressed by this, and feel I am let into some great secret. I am allowed to put an oar into the holding area, a small cubby hole as we alight from the skis of the plane.
Walking with my father along a city street. We are in Prague. A number of people pass by wearing animal masks. This is because there is a long celebration occurring in the city.
The country seems to be Prague, Italy, Malta and Cornwall at various points through the dream.
Staying in a holiday building in the city. My family are there. My parents suggest I walk down the alleyway that runs adjacent to our building. The sky is gray and drizzly. Down the alleyway is an old cottage. Anomolous and anachronistic, I am strangely impressed by the sight of this building and its hidden location. Is there some idea about drawing it?
I want to look for insects in this foreign country, which is famed for them. I know I shall be repulsed by the insects but also fascinated by them. Because of the recent rain I know there will be many insects out. I come across a pathway -looking suspiciously English- and overgrown with weeds. I begin to move down the path and realise that I can see the insects. They are, indeed, repulsive -eyes with legs, thin and somehow obscene worm creatures. I know they are all highly dangerous, and am sent into an ecstasy of terror. Showing my parents bites I have recieved from the insects - white raised areas that slightly itch. I point out how similar they are to bedbug bites.
Our old dog, bruno. My Sister. A hallway / landing type of space. Windows looking outside. A room full of people having a party.
(I cannot know for certain that the above is all from the same dream, but given the consistent factor of my family and a foreign country, I presume it is).
5. A music shop that is Russian in origin. I am amazed by the quality of the records. I pick up a double vinyl edition of 'Opheliac' (I presume by Emilie Autumn). The cover is vastly different. I wonder if the shop would have such beautiful records if they didn't sell their main products of MP3s. The shop is dark, and I remember nothing of it but the rack holding the Opheliac album.
6. The comedienne Emma Fryer was on television being interviewed. I pointed out to Claire that she was once romantically interested in Joe. Claire was not as excited about this as me.
In a room on the ship. Despite the fact there was a resemblance between the room on the ship and my bedsit, it felt like a room that was also centuries old. Wood panelled walls? Perhaps. The room was dark, and in the room was a woman, dressed in, maybe, 16th century attire, all voluminous fabrics and flowing dresses, hair all darkness and ringlets. I looked up, and saw, covering my television (even though it was the 16th century or thereabouts) was a mound of apples. The woman was suddenly angry. The fact that the apples (which were being stored in the room) had tipped over meant that the ship was carrying slaves in the hold. The woman said that she would rather bed down there with the slaves.
4.
A plane journey. The plane lands on water, in the harbour of a foreign country. I am allowed outside when the plane lands and see that numerous air stewards and stewardesses are standing on a number of 'skis' that are attached to the plane. They take out an oar each and paddle the plane to the quayside, despite the fact it is a jumbo jet. I am impressed by this, and feel I am let into some great secret. I am allowed to put an oar into the holding area, a small cubby hole as we alight from the skis of the plane.
Walking with my father along a city street. We are in Prague. A number of people pass by wearing animal masks. This is because there is a long celebration occurring in the city.
The country seems to be Prague, Italy, Malta and Cornwall at various points through the dream.
Staying in a holiday building in the city. My family are there. My parents suggest I walk down the alleyway that runs adjacent to our building. The sky is gray and drizzly. Down the alleyway is an old cottage. Anomolous and anachronistic, I am strangely impressed by the sight of this building and its hidden location. Is there some idea about drawing it?
I want to look for insects in this foreign country, which is famed for them. I know I shall be repulsed by the insects but also fascinated by them. Because of the recent rain I know there will be many insects out. I come across a pathway -looking suspiciously English- and overgrown with weeds. I begin to move down the path and realise that I can see the insects. They are, indeed, repulsive -eyes with legs, thin and somehow obscene worm creatures. I know they are all highly dangerous, and am sent into an ecstasy of terror. Showing my parents bites I have recieved from the insects - white raised areas that slightly itch. I point out how similar they are to bedbug bites.
Our old dog, bruno. My Sister. A hallway / landing type of space. Windows looking outside. A room full of people having a party.
(I cannot know for certain that the above is all from the same dream, but given the consistent factor of my family and a foreign country, I presume it is).
5. A music shop that is Russian in origin. I am amazed by the quality of the records. I pick up a double vinyl edition of 'Opheliac' (I presume by Emilie Autumn). The cover is vastly different. I wonder if the shop would have such beautiful records if they didn't sell their main products of MP3s. The shop is dark, and I remember nothing of it but the rack holding the Opheliac album.
6. The comedienne Emma Fryer was on television being interviewed. I pointed out to Claire that she was once romantically interested in Joe. Claire was not as excited about this as me.
Monday, 19 April 2010
A Teacher in a Victorian Winter (night of 18th April 2010)
1.
I was working as a teacher at a school called Grange Hill. This was, really, the only connection to the childrens programme, as far as I can recall. The school had recently relocated to Liverpool, and this had caused numerous problems. The school, and the surrounding landscape in which the school was situated, seemed desolate and haggard, a winter landscape redolent of old war photographs. With some other teachers, I was overseeing the transferral of a group of children fromone building to another. The buildings of the school resembled vast Victorian factories and gothic churches. The children, who appeared to be of an adolescent age, were crossing a frozen pool. Because they had crossed the pool in the morning, the ice had weakened, and inevitably cracked causing the crossing teenagers to fall into the water. They did not seem unduly concerned by this - the water was not deep - and I viewed this with as if it was some kind of slapstick comedy routine. One girl was sprayed with water when an overhang of ice broke, and a vast plume of water, like a shower spray, soaked her.
In the main hall of the school. Tiled floors. Vast cathedral like interior. Arches and old time. Stained glass windows. There was also the feel of something industrial about it too. The walls were pale and institutional, and there was a ragged decaying air about it all.
The headmistress of the school appeared to be the actress Cathryn Bradshaw. In the dream, I remember thinking that I had known her when she was eighteen - about twenty years ago. She was very anxious about her role as headmistress, an anxiety that had been triggered by the move the school had made to this icy wasteland of Liverpool. She sank down to the ground. The stress was too much. She was having a breakdown.
2.
An alleyway at night. This may have been the alleyway from Drumduan Road in Forres. I was traversing this alleyway, taking longer and longer steps. I realised, that by moving my feet whilst in the process of lifting my feet I could float, and propel myself along. Was this flying I wondered? I was momentarily concerned by the appearance of two dark figures in front of me - threatening teenagers. I floated into them and pushed them out of the way. I was relieved.
I was working as a teacher at a school called Grange Hill. This was, really, the only connection to the childrens programme, as far as I can recall. The school had recently relocated to Liverpool, and this had caused numerous problems. The school, and the surrounding landscape in which the school was situated, seemed desolate and haggard, a winter landscape redolent of old war photographs. With some other teachers, I was overseeing the transferral of a group of children fromone building to another. The buildings of the school resembled vast Victorian factories and gothic churches. The children, who appeared to be of an adolescent age, were crossing a frozen pool. Because they had crossed the pool in the morning, the ice had weakened, and inevitably cracked causing the crossing teenagers to fall into the water. They did not seem unduly concerned by this - the water was not deep - and I viewed this with as if it was some kind of slapstick comedy routine. One girl was sprayed with water when an overhang of ice broke, and a vast plume of water, like a shower spray, soaked her.
In the main hall of the school. Tiled floors. Vast cathedral like interior. Arches and old time. Stained glass windows. There was also the feel of something industrial about it too. The walls were pale and institutional, and there was a ragged decaying air about it all.
The headmistress of the school appeared to be the actress Cathryn Bradshaw. In the dream, I remember thinking that I had known her when she was eighteen - about twenty years ago. She was very anxious about her role as headmistress, an anxiety that had been triggered by the move the school had made to this icy wasteland of Liverpool. She sank down to the ground. The stress was too much. She was having a breakdown.
2.
An alleyway at night. This may have been the alleyway from Drumduan Road in Forres. I was traversing this alleyway, taking longer and longer steps. I realised, that by moving my feet whilst in the process of lifting my feet I could float, and propel myself along. Was this flying I wondered? I was momentarily concerned by the appearance of two dark figures in front of me - threatening teenagers. I floated into them and pushed them out of the way. I was relieved.
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