Alleyway Leading To Frays River (Night of 09/01/2018)

A hotel. Somehow connected to a job I am working in. I am here with... Emily? Unsure. I do not want to be in this hotel. I feel that we are not meant to be here and may well get into trouble. Some kind of sex toy in the room. Leaving the room, coming back again on my own, realizing that we are allowed to be here after all. The hotel is room no 26. Getting off the lift at the wrong floor - walking across the open plan floor, but only finding room numbers up to 17. Back in the hotel room again. Wishing I had made more opportunity of the time on my own. The room starts to fill up with people.
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Walking along a back alley, passing by some kids. The kids are rough and start messing about. I hurry by. "Look at that four-eyed run!" one of the kids shouts "Everybody who wears glasses runs like that!". I hurry on and do not run. I do not wished to be attacked in this suddenly threatening alleyway made by fences, the backs of gardens, garages... The ground of the alleyway is dirty and muddy.
Ahead of me there is some kind of barrier - planks of wood barring my way. I hope this is not a dead end.
Somehow I am able to traverse this barrier. I am now walking along the side of a river through edgeland countryside. It is getting darker, the skies heavy with rain. There may be someone ahead of me, walking the same direction I am. I am unsure if I want to continue this path which I know is Frays River in Uxbridge. I am glad when I come across a little footbridge which leads me back into a housing estate on the outskirts of town.
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On a huge escalator travelling up the hill to Brighton station. The escalator / moving walkway is outisde. It is a warm sunny day. I am looking over the side of the escalator walkway at a kind of churned up building site / waste ground by the side of the station. It has been like this for a long time, and in the sun looks quite relaxing. Near to the escalator is a toy car, half buried in the earth. This makes me think nostalgically of childhood.
The train station itself seems more reminiscent of a coach station. People are getting off coaches everywhere. I am with a a friend - a young goth woman - red hair. She is mildly, but amusingly, annoyed with something to do with the coaches, some lukewarm hold-up or another.