The Bookshelves Collapse Inwards! (night of 09/04/2016)

There is a house in the distance, on the edges of the wood, surrounded by trees. The ground is covered with autumn leaves. The house is painted white, large and is abandoned - or at least empty.
I am back in Kinloss - though it bears little in reality to Kinloss. The white house and surrounding woods - the latter somehow connected to Burnside - is situated where the burn runs down from the VG to the old abbey.
Though this is in no way a lucid dream, I am vaguely aware that I am dreaming.
I know the house is the epicentre of all the hauntings in Kinloss - those hauntings I spent my childhood 'investigating'. I am anxious that I do not wake up too soon. I run toward the house, trying not to think that this is a dream. On the far side of the house - beyond some trees - there is a high wall - on the other side of this wall there is a 'modern' (1970s / 1980s) apartment building that is remniscent certain buildings in Ickenham. I ignore these, and follow an odd interior face which tells me to plunge right through tangled undergrowth - perhaps having to traverse some kind of pond as well?
There.
I am confronted with the house.
Close-up it is nowhere near as beguiling as it was in the distance. Far more modern for one thiong, and though undoubtedly haunted there is a desolate empty feel about it all. I descend a slope and find myself in some kind of ground floor / basement level beneath the house - closed and not enclosed at the same time. The damp floor is littered with rubbish - shelves. boxes - a tangle of abandoned materials. From the corner of my eye I think I see a small figure - but this figure always resolves itself into the jumble of rubbish that is scattered about. I try to find a way to access the main part of the house, but the closest I get is a stairway leading upwards.
The house feels haunted and dangerous - but haunted in an odd, empty way, remniscent of depression.
I start flinging things to the ground. I want to destroy the house, end the haunting. I push in books on bookshelves, watch them fall into hollow spaces behind the bookcases. 'The bookcases collapse inwards!' I find myself shouting, as if this one line explains just how haunted and dangerous the house is.

Lost In The Springtime Outskirts (night of 24/02/2016)

At the studio - a new studio - though the feeling is similar to the current one. Wooden walls. The new studio feels like it is on a ground level - also in some kind of secluded courtyard area. Grey skies, springtime drift. Daydreamy coolness.
I am on a bus with two other people who have some appointment outside of town. I realize with mild alarm that I have gone past my stop, and get off the bus eager to walk back to town. I have a shift starting at work after all. The area of town I have got off in is not recognizable to me at all - and resembles the kind of landscape outside of Ickenham, where suburbia begins to shade into the countryside. I walk back. I see a short lane lined by tombstobes. Is this St Nicholas Churchyard> No it isnb't. I walk on up another short lane, but this is a dead-end. A tractor - or some kind of farming vehicle - impedes my progress. I notice it is starting to get dark. What time is it? 6:00pm! I should be at work! The shift is beginning! I start to go through in my head how many shifts I would have to work to make up for this missing shift.

Witnessing a Disaster (night of 23/02/2015)

I am in the flat with Andy - The flat bears little resemblance to where we live now, and resembles more the kitchen of Abbey Crescent I lived in in Southside. We are looking out of the kitchen windows. A stormy blustery day. The view outside the window does not bear any resemblance to either Southside or where I live now. There is  a large three of four storey building across the street. It is wavering in the wind - in fact, it seems to be almost rippling. The building collapses. People are falling off the building. The building seems to collapse into a nothingness. I think we are actually watching people die. I nearly say this to Andy but don't for some reason. Across the void where the building once was I see people fall into a frothy sea on the other side of a low wall. A huge tidal wave comes up the street - people fall down a slope into the wave, and try to escape. The sea actually seems malevolent and reached out to grab the people trying to escape. The water come up to the door of the kitchen, and then under the crack of the door. 'Now things are getting serious!' I say as the kitchen if flooded with water up to our ankles.