Outside 136 London Road.
It is night.
My headphones have become caught up with my keys (?). Attempting to remove them. Difficult. I decide to film myself untangling the keys from the headphones. I am using some kind of laptop / pad to do so. The camera operates strangely - filming me when the camera is pointing away. It seems to sort itself out.
I cast sneaky glances at 136. All the rooms are dark. No tantalising glimpses of the in side of my old house tonight. 136 still has an odd presence about it though.
(looking at the image which I am filming. I think it is of me stood across the road)
Across the road there are a number of my friends sat round in a circle. I go to join them and this portion of the dream is now set in a room. I sweep my camera around, filming them as I say 'hello to all these superheroes and superheroines'. I am overjoyed to see my old dog Bruno amongst them - he is looking very old (the words 'centuries old' are heard - or at least associated with this section of the dream). I go to say hello to him - and though he does respond, his responses are that of an animal who has indeed lived for many centuries.
Is there also an old man with a long beard, somehow connected to Bruno?
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