Ex-Boyfriend On A Date (Night of 19/12/2017)

I am on a date in a restaurant, as part of the television programme First Dates - though I don't remember any cameras - perhaps it is some kind of rehearsal. It is - at least - the second date with this woman - unknown to me in waking life, but in the dream she had blonde hair. I look out of the window to see her ex-boyfriend 'Drory' coming along. Drory is still in love with her - he ruined the first date for us. It is uncertain whether or nor my date still has feelings for Drory has she does not speak a word at all. Drory comes to our table. I am very angry with the whole situation and tell my date that though I like her, there is no chemistry and it is not working out. It is unsure what she think of this.

***

It is late at night. I am walking along New Church Road with Nick and someone else (?). Nick is showing off and is showing us 'the most relaxed way to ride a bike' which involves doing some ridiculous wheelie. A group of burly working class lads are not impressed by Nick and surround him - one of them punches him. This is getting out of hand. I have become involved in some kind of ridiculous street brawl. I go into an opticians which is still open. Future British Prime Minister Jeremy Corbyn is looking at some frames. I tell him there is some kind of fracas outside. By the time we get outside, the brouhaha is calming down. I am walking alongside Jeremy Corbyn discussing politics. He tells me that he would like to win 'at least one election'. I tell him that he is really the current prime minister as everyone likes him 'better than the one they elected'.

Bad Canteen Experience (Night of 18/12/2017)

I am at a university canteen - presumably Worcester, but it looks more like a cross between both my secondary schools I attended, Abbotsfield Comprehensive and Forres Academy. It is nearly the end of lunch and I decide I am hungry / thirsty. Outside the canteen I stop to talk to Lanx. He has scruffy long hair. I ask him if he is okay having his drink spiked with hallucinogens the other night. I enter the canteen. I get myself a coffee and some other food and go to pay for it. Should I pay for my coffee or where I got the coffee from? Is there a separate pay-point for drinks? The girl who takes my money seems to be having a lot of problems - my change rolls onto the floor. She reaches into her pocket for other coins in a flirtatious way. I just want to pay for my drinks and food. A rugby type stands next to me and starts ordering a curry for his girlfriend. He doesn't know what she wants but says that 'a 'shikwar' will be fine'. His very presence is driving me mad. Lunchtime is nearly over.
(A vague memory in this dream of a stall selling bangles, and a woman called Owl)

***

The end of a long dream of which I can't remember anything else now. Looking into a large room like the interior of a church. This room is at the top of a building. People moving about. Upon waking the line 'like a cartoon version of a cathedral' is the way I describe it to myself in the hopes that I would remember the rest of my dream, which failed.

Something Wrong With The Plumbing (Night of 17/12/2017)

I am in the flat. I enter the bathroom, and am surprised to see the bath is full of water. Have I forgotten to take the plug out? No... The plus is taken not in the plughole. Why isn't it draining? There must be something wrong with the plumbing... I turn on the taps on the kitchen sink to see if they work. They don't - just a deep clattering from inside the pipes. Then there is a 'glop!' sound - and falling from the tap onto the surface of the sink is a perfectly round globule of some thick clear substance. Is this some scum from inside of the taps or is it some piece of plastic lining from the tap itself. I prod it gingerly. I do not know.
The flat is different to the waking flat. There is a wide landing area - spacious and bright. I am looking at this one day and think that I should move some of the stuff from my room - which is quite cramped - to out here. Give me more space. I am surprised to learn that there is another bookcase out here I had forgotten about - I am pleased to see that - among other things - there is a full set of the Pan Books Of Horror Stories on the shelves. I had forgotten about these.

(Was there a dog in this dream at some point?)

33 Woodstock Drive Is Lost (Night of 16/12/2017)

I am in the house next door to 33 Woodstock Drive. In the dream, it belongs to Tom L who I work with. There are a number of people about in the house - it has the feel of a small social gathering. I put my hand against the living room wall - on the other side is my old living room. I think about all the things in the past that have taken place there. I feel strangely exiled from it all now.
I ask Tom L to show me the garden, but I really want to use this to see the back garden of 33 - at the extension that has been put onto the house and how it has changed. He gives me his assent, and I rush out into the garden.
There isn't a garden - not really - there are more houses - mud and space. I realize I have walked too far. I need to get back - but how? I cannot find 33 Woodstock Drive again - surely it should be easy - I haven't walked that far... but no, it is lost.

The Interior In The Spinney (Night of 12/12/2017)

Walking through hilly countryside - farming land - with someone. I can't remember who. A friend? My sister? It has the feel of the last day - or days - of a holiday. We are walking along a small path - to our right the countryside stretches out. I see a cluster of trees in the centre of a field. There is something about this that looks primordial - trees hunched over like the carapace of an insect. I explain to my dream-companion that this spinney ('a clump of trees in the middle of a field') must be explored. She expresses some fear at this idea - it is in the middle of a farmers field after all. I am initially concerned too but then I see other people heading into the spinney - a family outing, a couple on bikes.

This puts both our minds at rest.

Looking closely at the field, I see that it is not being used for crops - but nor does it seem to lie fallow either. A thin layer of green mud - like the residue on a dried out pool - covers the earth.

The path suddenly seems to take us straight into the trees.

'It's suddenly got dark very quick!' I say, looking above me at the towering trunks of pine trees - their branches blocking out all the light.

Suddenly we are in an interior of some kind - an interior inside the spinney. It looks like some vast log cabin - very exciting. There is a grandfather clock and numerous rooms. I turn to my dream-companion and start making plans for taking selfies.

In one room a teacher is speaking to a class of students, sat cross-legged on the floor.

It is a shame it is not quieter, I think. There are far too many people around.

Indoor Festival (Night of 10/12/2017)

An indoor festival in some large indoor arena. There is a way to get into this festival for free - or at least cheaply. Heather knows how to do this. I am unsure. I am seated with other people ar a table in some kind of hall outside the entrance to the festival proper. It is busy and crowded.
Talking with Heather about how to get in. Is it free? No, it turns out it will not be free, but will cost just £6. This is acceptable to me.
Heather must go into the festival first - then I must join her half an hour later. I look over to the turnstiles that are the entrance to the festival. Heather is undressed and naked. Security guards surround her. This is the way to enter the festival. Heather's naked body is attractive.
I am unsure whether I want to go to the festival anyway. It will be too noisy and too full of people.

Coming In From The Distance (night of 08/12/2017)

A room I am living in. It is night. The room is part of a house - a ground floor room with low windows running alongside one wall. My bed is pushed against these windows. An image of it at night - I am looking from a distance at this room - as if I have just entered the room from a distant door. I am concerned that my room is unsafe from outside forces. I am unsure now whether these forces are supernatural or merely criminal in origin. Are the windows safe? This is where the threat will get inside.

***

At the old petrol station on Old Shoreham Road. I think I am there with Charles H. It is night-time. We are looking into the distance - over the horizon is a red and dramatic dash of sunset. Why is there still traces of day left in the depths of the night? Perhaps it is something to do with the time of year. The night feels cold and mysterious and deep.

Sad Dream (Night of 5/12/2017)

A funeral of a friend. The church is upstairs. I do not make it to the service. Upset with a deep sadness. Poring over a map of Forres. Remembering those houses - large edifices - that lined the road up the hill, (This road has more in common with London Road Worcester than Forres in waking life).
Talking to someone else that there have been so many people die at work over the last five years - I reel a list of names - five or so... ('and you remember, Chris, the Australian girl...') Is this a lot? Maybe it's not, over a period... but then I think that all the people who died were young...
In a house - white walls, bright light - but a feeling of age - perhaps 136 London Road Worcester? A feeling of change. In the bathroom. I am taking a shit. I suddenly realize that there is a man in there I haven't noticed before. I apologize profusely, but it is too late, I have taken a shit in front of him. I cannot tell whether or not he is angry or apologetic at having witnessed such a base act.

Nazi Execution List (Night of 28/11/2017)

I  am in a European country, connected to a building that is remniscent of an old hotel. Up and down  the stairs... am I connected to a building next door? I know a girl who works in the hotel behind the reception desk. She tells me that the nazis are coming tomorrow and have a list of of students marked for execution - this affects me too (though I cannot remember if I am a student or not). I am terrified. I had been aware of the growing nazi problem - but thought I would have more time. I must leave the area immediately! - But to where? More back and forth between hotels and other buildings.... are there some meetings with a member of some resistance, one  who may be able to get me safe passage to the UK? Where will I get money from? Food? I have a vision of myself trying to sleep in some kind of marshy area. The idea is not appealing.

***

I am in a large house - it is daylight. Tiger, our old cat, is there, seeking some kind of 'lighthearted revenge' on me for some forgotten slight. I lie on the settee in the living room, suddenly aware of how large the house is, how many rooms and stairs... and Tiger is out there somewhere -waiting to jump out on me, I hear a beeping sound. I know (or do I see) it is a 'Rom The Spaceknight' toy from the 1970s - Tiger has let this one walk free. It's mechanical walk is unnerving - as is it's red eyes.

Back To Southside Again (Night of 23/11/2017)

I am on holiday back in Kinloss again. I am only here for  few days - the details are uncertain. I find myself at the junction of Wester Road and North Road, looking past the fence that lines Southside and across the farmers fields that surrounds the housing estate. It is twilight - grey skies and darkening light - and to my joy I espy a cluster of streetlights just turned on - glowing that deep, rich night-time red when they first come on, before warming up to their bright orange. It is that sacred time - when day becomes night, according to John Burnside - and I am back in that childhood place where that time is most sacred. I notice that the streetlamps are not lining a road but are actually in the fields themselves. I want to take a photograph of them and take out my phone, but am disappointed to discover some kind of manual worker in the fields. I feel too self conscious to take any photographs - and am unsure whether I would be allowed so I head on.
I walk back to 66 Abbey Crescent where I used to live - I notice that many of the streetlights are now casting that modern beige light and am slightly disappointed. I think my Dad is at 66, but am not sure... he doesn't appear in the dream. I speak on the phone with Phil or Steve - friends from secondary school. I think we are arranging one or both of them picking me up. 66 is largely empty - it has the feel of rooms not used for a long time. A goth girl who lives there greets me - she seems to be busy. I see her in another room cuddled up to her boyfriend on the sofa, who seems disappointingly normal.
I am aware of the night outside the windows. I look with wonder at the gloomy murk that was once the playground outside my childhood home.

Back To Family Investments Again (Night of 22/11/2017)

I have gone back to work at Family Investments. It is very strange seeing old work colleagues - people do not seem that surprised to see me back again. I seem to do a lot of sitting around on benches waiting for meetings and training sessions to begin. In the old call centre - it is all different - people sitting on low benches whilst on the phones. I make friends with a new girl. We head off to a place she knows - connected with the Family Investments building. It is some kind of watery harbour area - a feeling of somewhere secret. Sunlight. Are we meant to be here? A vague feeling the girl is connected with angling somehow.

4 dreams from a night in autumn 2016 I had forgotten about

1.
Part of some occult team carrying out rituals. Henry Barratt Taylor. A way of raising power by each member laying their hand on tiop of one another which is above a flame. There is some kind iof mentor there. He tells us that after the ritual is over that we must engage in some kind of everyday activity - otherwise our imaginations may get out of hand  - something that he calls 'instant whispers'

2.
In a house I am living in with my parents - behind my bed I discover a door. I open the door and discover a small cupboard. There is a narrow stairway that leads to my parents room below.

3.
In a room that is filled with water. holding my breath. Kath is there. She can hold her breath longer than me. She reads a books underwater. I look at her - she looks beautiful and mermaid-like. I keep having to swim up to the top of the room, and breathe in the two inches of air near the ceiling. Eventually I get sick of this and leave the room, climbing up some stairs to some kind of landing. My laptop is there - I go on some kind of black metal forum - a girl is thanking members for how she is treated.

4.
I get given some money from the king. I say thank you very much Mr Lannister Sir. He is angry with my thanks and says 'too much!' He looks at my money and takes a twenty back to throw in the bin.