The Town in the Woods (night of 28/09/2014)

I was back in Kinloss trying to get to the wood that I could see from Southside. It was really a small collection of trees by the train track, but they used to fascinate me, and we believed they were haunted.

In the dream I was approaching the woods along a pavementless road. Farmers fields. Grey sky. I noticed there was some farm buildings. As we got to the woods themselves, I realized that the interior of the woods contained something approximating a small town. I was with Charlotte in my dream - and possible someone else as well. I was not sure that we were allowed to be in this town. Nonetheless, I was still eager to see the street lights come on in Southside, and hoped to get to the edge of the town / woods, and watch them that way. I couldn't get to the edge of the woods, as the town seemed to get larger. The town, though large also had a cosy comfortable feel to it - this was what a town would be like if it really could exist inside a small group of trees. There was also a curiously empty feel to the town - abandoned, though not sinister as abandoned places often are. We found ourselves in a hospital that seemed both deserted and used (men in beds looking at us). In another building on the ground floor, Charlotte had dressed herself up in a goth- like way. I told her that she looked beautiful, She laughed cruelly at this. She was sitting on a sofa in a dark basement like room.

And Yet Another Return To Woodstock Drive (morning of 10/09/2014)

On the 223 bus from Uxbridge to Ickenham.

I am walking down Woodstock Drive with a woman unknown to me in real life. We pass by my old house and she goads me to go up to the door. To look in through the window. I am afraid that the current occupants will see me and I am afraid. She goes to the door. I have a brief glimpse in the living room window. Piles of pillows by the door.

I am now inside 33 Woodstock Drive with Andrew. The house is not occupied. We are not meant to be there. Even though the house is not occupied there is the feeling that it is being looked after. Perhaps by next door neighbours. Andy and myself are in my old room. There are still belongings of the previous occupants scattered about. It is still day, though night looms large in my mind. I ask Andy if he feels that this house is haunted. He says yes, that the air is 'not still' or 'has things in it' or something. Andy turns the light on. I am afraid that this will attract the attention of the next door neighbours, those who are looking after the house. I go downstairs. The geography outside of my bedroom is different to when I lived there - the stairway runs to the right, not left - there is a new window in the hallway or the lounge. In the kitchen. Something about candles.

I woke up after this dream and lay in bed, and it felt - overwhelmingly - the same atmosphere as that of the autumn of 2992. I lay in bed and imagined I was back in my old room at Woodstock Drive. It was not hard to do.