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.
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
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