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.