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.