College Towns (night of 29/08/2013)

I am back in Worcester on the top deck of a double decker bus. I may be with my parents. It is an open - topped bus, and seems to be some kind of tourist bus. We are in the grounds of Worcester college. The building itself is very small - only two storeys high, and from the bus I look down onto the roof. A line appears in mid-air - some kind of caption - that states 'this building is not used very much any more'. Since I have been studying here, there have been more college buildings built in the centre of town which are more widely used. 

I am now with my parents in some sort of fete / marketplace - tables covered with goods. Some of the stalls look interesting. I go and have a look at them and find an anthology of horror stories. 

While we are in this town, which is not Worcester but seems more like a dream-Southampton, I pick up my portfolio from my days studying illustration. There is a piece of paper inserted into the portfolio - some kind of official diary of where it has been - something to do with the college authorities. I see that in 2010 someone had written that they had seen my work and wondered if I would like to contribute to a horror anthology magazine called '6 x 7' (or something similar similar). The note goes on to state that they have tried to contact me numerous times but I have not been available. Despite the fact the portfolio is full of illustration work, I think they may once have wanted me to supply short stories. I am initially excited by this but then regretful -  no wonder they got no reply - for they still had my old address.

Something to do with leaving the town - my mother expresses some kind of comedic annoyance at something (hills? the weather?) and decides on a better way to leave the town. This is somehow connected to a cathedral.