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.
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