Old Girlfriends and Old Friends (night of 22/09/2013)

I am watching some kind of film on an on old VHS video tape. At the end of the tape there is a photograph - or series of photographs. One of them shows a party, and central in the image, is a picture of Ruth, an old girlfriend. I look at this picture with surprise. Is that really her? It is. This is an actual photograph of Ruth. I vaguely remember the party it is taken at. I'm not sure how it came to be on the end of the video. I have a feeling that Sally may be something to do with it. More information comes to light. I am not sure how. Perhaps in the form of a documentary, perhaps through Sally. I learn of how Ruth's behaviour was even worse than I remembered, of how she was flirting with her own father! My reveries are interrupted by some kind of alarm bell. There is some disaster afoot! I join a queue of other people. We are waiting to either man lifeboats or release lifeboats to save whatever people have found themselves in some kind of undefined distress.
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I am walking through Brighton, just past Churchill Square and the burger stand. I notice someone I used to know - Valerie. I go to ignore her, to see if she recognises me. She does, and seems pleased to see me. We walk arms round each other into Churchill Square. She is now looking very gothic. Her skin has a smooth, almost oriental look. 'I can't believe it's been 13 years!' I exclaim/ I cannot believe that I am talking with Valerie again.