Madman With A Violin (night of 29/06/2019)

Brighton. A dream-Brighton. It is night. In a place that feels like the tangle of streets by the station - or perhaps New England House. A madman with a violin is crouching on the ground, full of aggression. There is a woman here too. I am not sure if I know her.
The madman with a violin is unhappy - muttering to himself - we must escape him. We find ourselves in the darkened rooms of a building that make me think of some cheap hotel decades ago - red carpets and stairways and claustrophobic corridors. I suggest to the madman with a violin that perhaps it would be a good idea to turn his unhappiness into a song. This makes him more furious. He is going to attack us. I run up the stairs - then down the stairs. He is following me. If only I can get him to attack the woman - he can only follow one person at a time.
***
Brighton, Entering a pub. Perhaps the Evening Star. Sarah is in there. I do not want to go in and leave. I am unsure if Sarah has seen me.

Reverse Woodstock Drive (night of 25/06/2019)

In the house with Joe (though seeming slightly different). A knock at the door - through the window (unable to do this waking life) I see a number of people at the door - Americans? Germans? Tourists? They seem to have a number of map books. Joe has no intention of answering the door and dismisses such ideas in an off-hand way. If they are lots tourists I am eager to help them. I put my shoes on (?) and rush downstairs (the living room now on the first floor?) and open the door. One of the tourists - a woman - is walking away. I say 'hello' but then stop, puzzled. The path leading away from the front door is different - there is also a part of the house to my left - a kind of forward projection of the building - but we live in a terraced house and should all be flat? It reminds me of Woodstock Drive - I think I am aware of this in my dream - but not quite - as at Woodstock Drive, coming out of the front door, the forward extension of the house (containing the dining room / my room) should be on my right. What on earth is going on?

Waiting For A Play To Begin (night of 24/06/2019)

Waiting for a stage-play to begin. It seems to be some kind of college or amateur production rather than a professional outing. The cast seem to be composed of women I work with. I see Ellie, who now looks even more like Edward now she has cut her hair. I wait for them to begin, slightly nervous. I think how glad I am that I am  not on stage, with my penchant for laughing and giggling inappropriately. I feel oddly physically uncomfortable too, slightly sick.

Ideas For New Sapphire And Steel Stories (night of 18/06/2019)

In  a room with Steph - possibly others - Matt? We are waiting for Kirsty - something to do with a kite. The room is on the ground floor, and has the feel of some utility room - a garage or storeroom. Kirsty has turned up! Steph points out we can hear her from the car park. We step outside to find her. It seems to have turned into winter and night - a wind is roaring away. We look for Kirsty - outside seems to be some giant car park. As we walk to the car, I suddenly get ideas for Sapphire and Steel stories - a group of of security guards have odd things happen over the course of a night turn up ('we have been sent by your superiors'). I think about what odd things might occur - perhaps they will open the door of whatever building they are meant to be guarding, and a Victorian child might be there. Perhaps the guards themselves are involved in whatever is happening - perhaps the security guards are even working for the Transient Beings themselves?

Not Going To See And Also The Trees (night of 16/06/2019)

Walking down a sloping street. Andy is stood by the side of the road. I make an effort and say 'hello' to him as I pass. He rasps a 'hello' back. He looks unwell, as if there is some vital part of him decaying. He is stood with someone else - a figure who also has an unhealthy diseased look about them. There is a feeling of great antagonism between us. I have said hello because I might run into him at the And Also The Trees concert that night, and don't want it to be awkward. Even though it is going to be anyway.
Later.
I am not going to see And Also The Trees in concert. From a distance I look at the Malvern hills, where they will be playing. I cannot believe I am not going to be there, and am going to miss them again, espedially when Andy ans Claire will both be going. Perhaps others.

Going To See And Also The Trees In Concert (night of 15/06/2019)

I am going to see And Also The Trees in concert. Arriving at the venue. Dark. Night. Feels like London. I see that Simon, the singer, is coming out to have a cigarette. Will I have to talk to hime? What will I say? I push inside to buy my ticket, awkward to avoid any embarrassment. Inside I see the rest of the band gathered around the merchandise table - again confronted with the same anxiety issues... I push through the queue, the large rucksack on my back nearly pushing somebody over.

Behind Old Hillingdon Tube Station (night of 13/06/2019)

I am behind old Hillingdon tube station. I think I am trying to get up to Long Lane, but do not seem to be in a particular rush to get there. Behind old Hillingdon tube station is a tangled edgeland wasteland - a thorny tangle of bushes and red mud earth. I will have to ascend a steep slope to get to Long Lane. There is another path that runs up to it though, running parallel to the slope I wish to use. It is a shallower slope and more obviously a path. I am puzzled though. I have memories of using this path before and it was much different - then consisting of a series of long, steep stairs (both sides over shadowed by bushes) alongside which a sloping path ran. I have memories of running up this path.
There is a man and a woman here. At first I thought that they were children or teenagers, but they seem middle aged, like me. They seem to be messing about - just hanging around - and having an innocent good time - rather like teenagers, but without the inherent threat. I talk to them about the changing path up. I go to walk up the shallower path, but a voice from the bushes says 'help me'. I do not trust the voice and look around warily, but can see no source for it.
I decide to try and climb the steep path, and looking up it seems even steeper now. Looking up toward the top - where Long Lane should be, I can now see a pair of iron gates / fences - and another wire fence encircling an industrial complex of small building around a great chimney reaching to the sky.
I climb up using the roots of plants and trees that are sticking out of the red earth. It is harder than I thought. The man and woman tell me to be careful of the 'honey' - some substance smeared on the roots. Is this the reason for the root I have grasped in my hands feeling oddly repulsive? I am getting nowhere. I do not feel safe. The man and woman watch me. It seems to get steeper as I climb. I give up on this venture and jump down.
***
Some kind of industrial refinery. Night. With Barbara (possibly other people) from work? Running into the refinery, then out again. Playing games with the security guards. There is a far fence, on the other side of which a steep drop. Barbara runs in, and pulls (I think) the far fence down. We will be caught for sure this time. There is little in the sense of threat or danger to this possibility.

Random Lava Movements (night of 12/06/2019)

I am with Imran, an old friend from school. He seems melancholy over something. We are walking along a rocky path / concrete road by the edge of a sea. Lava is bubbling across the path. I do not remember where this lava comes from. We do not seem particularly concerned at the lava bubbling across the path. As Imran tried to get past one of the bits of ever encroaching lava, a spit of it suddenly shoots out, random and unpredictable. I tell him to be careful. I look with sudden concern at the lava seeming to suddenly be everywhere. How will we get past? This dream is connected to the sight of looking down on what seems to be an 'Austrian' village from high up in the mountains.

***

A serial killer has either been released from prison or has escaped. The police have issued warnings. The killer is known to break into peoples houses to torture and kill them, hiding in the smallest of the unused rooms. I check a small room at the back of a house the killer might use, a kind of annex by the back door. This part of the dream house feels very high, as if it is on the summit of a hill, or just before a huge drop down.
***
I am looking at moving house into the Warndon area. This is connected to Government benefits or some kind of official scheme. I try and look at my routes to and from work from my possible new house. It will take me much longer. This troubles me (in waking life, my workplace is actually situated in Warndon). Do I really want to move here?
The house is near a big supermarket - Waitrose or Asda or Tesco - some place like that. I am outside it - concrete pathways and overhangs. People passing by. I am suddenly afraid of a group of teenagers on bikes. I hope they will not be violent towards me. This will not be a good sign if I am to live in the area. I go to walk through them, and they ignore me completely and cycle off. One of the teenagers I see,  is in fact a middle-aged Asian man with a moustache.
With someone else? Am I moving in with someone else? The house is down a small alleyway (again, more concern at the location) - even though the alleyway or path seems quite open. I say goodbye to someone as I go to look at the house? Meeting an estate agent outside? This section of the dream is quite confused.
Near the big supermarket. I am pleased to see there is a bookstore here 'John Hale Books' or something similar. I am tempted to have a look around before they close. The bookshop is situated inside a huge area contained by perspex walls. The feeling of a shopping centre interior. I walk around the curving perspex walls, looking for a way in. There are ways in - but these - cut into the perspex itself are only about three foot high - as if made for dwarves or children.

***

(i woke up after the last of these dreams and scribbled notes to help me remember them when I woke. One of the notes I wrote reads (it is quite illwegible) 'new way home'. I can't remember if this is connected to one of the above dreams or not. I have a singular image connected with this phrase, of a green bush lining a pedestrian walkway under a wet and grey sky.)

Body Found In Gloomy Countryside (night of 11/06/2019)

A body of a woman found in gloomy countryside. Patches of melting snow. Grey skies. Wet, cold. There is the feeling that this is some kind of documentary. No real emotional connection to the fact a body has been found - just a single image of that bleak countryside, like the side of the A40, just outside Ickenham

***

On some kind of day trip involving a boat. Long barge moving lazily through waters. Docking at Diglis Island (larger in real life?) - but again the same grey skies as in the above dream. Going to pick someone else up. I am glad they are coming, whoever they are. Disembarking from the boat - stepping on foam squares floating in the water? An image of a bleak interior - possibly of the boat - feeling like an basement or a cellar, damp and black.

I think it's some kind of trip to see the cricket - that's the feeling anywhere. Walking up the stairs in a building - images of wood. "This way if you're not paying for anything" - a man ushers us in. Are we not supposed to show some kind of card or ticket? The man does not seem bothered.

In a large bar area. Sitting down. Has it really been this easy to get in?

(I think the following is connected to the same dream) - needing the toilet. The bar / cricket club does not have one. Walking down the street to use the public toilets, located on City Walls Road, running into Raz. Explaining to him where I am going. There is some discussion - I think - about why I don't use the toilets in a nearby pub rather than using the public toilets.

Kidnapped (night of 09/06/2019)

I have been kidnapped and held prisoner, taken hostage for a ransom by a group of men. I know I am to be killed. being held in a large house in the countryside. I may be being held prisoner with someone else / other people. At one point there is an escape attempt. Will it really be this easy? Walking up a gravelled slope through trees. One of the men waits for me. I ask him if I can have a cigarette. he says the 'price has gone up' and is now something like £30.

Sort Of An Assembly Hall (night of 07/06/2019)

A place - sort of an assembly hall - which resembles the interior of Abbotsfield School - also a little like the cavernous call centre of G-tech. I am here with Lady K. Did she live here once? She seems to have some connection to the place. Lots of her stuff is being sorted out from a small room - ready to be thrown away. I pick up a letter which is ostensibly to a letter from Canadian singer Celine Dion. Then I realise how foolish I have been. It must have been an article from a magazine. I feel vaguely guilty at the thought of throwing away a letter from Celine Dion though - and then I think - but Lady K is meant to be sorting her stuff out though. There are old magazines here - Sunday supplements and the like. I marvel at how big they used to be.
In a small room off the side of the assembly hall (all brown wood and age). A man is in here with us saying something. I have my back to him, but turn around and am surprised top discover he looks like some kind of goth/metaller.
Lady K holds me, kisses me on the cheek. I am unsure whether or not I should return the kiss.
In the assembly hall - now reminding me more of the call centre. A large room opens off the main hall, in which there are pieces of musical equipment. Luke and Jethro are playing instruments - though seem to be warming up rather than playing them. I wonder if I should join in. How good I would be at jamming with them. I wish they would hurry up and play something.

The Woman From The Newsagent (night of 06/06/2019)

About to enter a hours, keys upheld. The woman from the newsagent on the way to work is standing next to me - in the doorway of the house next door. She seems delighted to see me, and tells me how happy she is that I come into the newsagent. She has been away. I tell her how much I have missed her. we hug. She has a lovely smile.

Work Gossip (night of 05/06/2019)

Walking along a dark street with Nicky, gossiping about people at work - though the work we are gossiping about seems to be more Family Investments than my current job. Nicky tells me about someone who doesn't do very much work, and that lower management would 'like to get doing graphs'. I tell Nicky about a gay couple we work with whoa re having arguments, and - though it may not be news to her - of a relationship between Linda and John. I am wary of saying something to loud in case the people concerned are behind me. A girl comes past on a bicycle.

Assembly Hall Dance Exercise (night of 04/05/2019)

In some kind of assembly hall of a school (and also something vaguely reminiscent of a shopping mall as well). Seated on a table. There is some kind of expressive dance exercise about to kick in - the kind of thing that kids may have had to do in Steiner schools in the 1970s. Everybody about to wave their arms about in an expressive way... The thought horrifies me. Will I be forced to join in? I say to someone at the next table that this kind of thing makes me feel very uncomfortable.

Trying To Order Drinks (night of 03/06/2019)

The bar of a cinema. It is day. Trying decide what drink to have - and what does everybody else want as well? Trying to read the percentages on the pumps as I do not want anything too strong - or do I? There is a slope in front of the bar. The actress Natalie Dormer is sat with the group of people I am with, silent and looking down.

Keys Left In The Door

A shop - or at least some kind of lock-up / garage (reminiscent of Lion Mews?) connected to a shop - possibly a record store (though there is no sign of any shop front or merchandise). I have left the shop and notice that the man who owns the shop has left his keys in the door. I go upstairs to return these to him. He accepts them without a thanks. I think he is having an argument with his wife. I have a feeling I do this twice. The second time I return up his stairs with even more trepidation.
***
Looking at a photograph of our old cat, Tiger. Thinking she was 9 years old when the photograph was taken, halfway through her life, and she seemed old then. (Also: an image of Tiger running about, fit and healthy and surprisingly agile. Thinking that despite the fact she is old, I cannot imagine her dying).
***
In Westeros with Cersei and possibly Tyrion. Hedges of vast gardens and rich houses. Cersei is being a bitch with a small but deadly dog, using the dog to threaten to rip people apart. I work out a way to get upstairs with the dog - am I going to kill the dog? Unsure. This dream is fragments now.