Fragments (night of 07/12/2014)

Holding in my hand a ball of some soft substance. Some childs' toy that I cannot put back together again. The soft candle-wax like substance comes apart in my hands.

Toying with headache tablets in my pocket.

Waiting for someone in some kind of supermarket waiting area, full of tables and turnstiles. Other people are waiting with me too.

On a date with a woman who has a child. Unsure if I want a relationship with her.

Attic Hatch (night of 02/12/2014)

I leave my room and look up. I see the hatch to the attic is disturbed, as if someone has just climbed i or out.

The Evil Stool (evening of 01/12/2014)

In a house with other people. A stool has become evil and possessed, and zips around the house at malevolent speed. The stool must be destroyed! We wait for it down the end of a corridor - the stool slides down, and we leap on it. we take it's legs off, and snap them - every part of the stool must be dismantled and destoyed.

Nostalgia and Decaying RAF Bases (night of 30/11/2014)

I have joined some kind of Facebook group dedicated to decaying RAF breaks. being part of this group mean regular meetings in real life visiting these places. The people who are members of this group are all 'RAF kids'. One such place we are in is a bright white room, perhaps on the second floor. The paint is peeling off of the walls. There is a woman here. The place immediately makes me feel at home. Outside of the windows I see a landscape full of the most amazing trees. I long and yearn for these trees, and feel a huge and sad nostalgia for  childhood that is now gone.

Living in the Overlook (night of 30/11/2014)

I am.  living in a hotel. It is an old hotel, and seems to be in black and white. The hotel is The Overlook, from Kubrick's version of Stephen King's 'The Shining' - though doesn't really resemble it. The hotel is, of course, haunted. though by what I am not sure. There are lots of people in the hotel moving about. There is a build up of atmosphere. Dark corridor, wintry resonance. I am writing to someone about my experiences living in the hotel. It strikes me as amazing that I really am living in the Overlook.