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).
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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.
Saturday, 1 June 2019
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