Reading 2000AD. Getting into it again. Actually realise I am enjoying a comic strip in it.
I think the comic strip is Slaine - I am not sure. In the comic strip a number of figures - possibly Ukko and his dwarf companions are running towards some pylons in the distance. The pylons are in the future, and are somehow causing a toxic effect in the past - they are some kind of 'infected' technology. The pylons are built on the site of ley lines. It is important to work out if they are ley lines or not. There is some discussion on this - how footpaths must run adjacent to the pylons - something the dwarves call 'Paprikolos' (or something similar and Greek sounding). Images of mdoern day day walkers and cyclists using the footpaths. One of the dwarves points out this must be a ley-line, as no-one is living adjacent to the pylons. This is also a sign.
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Walking Bruno by the River Pinn in Ickenham. There has been some rain, so the river is higher. A man comes up to Bruno and asks if it is alright to stroke him. I say yes, but Bruno growls. I apologise and say this is not like him at all. He goes to walk away, but Bruno immediately feels guilty and goes to lean on the man as if saying sorry.
Wednesday, 11 September 2019
Tuesday, 3 September 2019
Fragments, Possibly A Dream Ickenham (night of 03/09/2019)
Looking at a video on my phone I have shot. Buildings passing by. I surmise I have taken this on some kind of barge or canal trip. I do not remember going on the trip.
Looking across a river - or canal - at a door in a building that opens directly onto the waters edge. With two other people (Jono? Kelly?), asking them how much it would take for them to climb up to the top of the stairs we can see through the door. The stairs - like the building - are dilapidated and covered with hypodermic syringes. The thought of entering the building gives me a shiver of pleasurable fear, as if the place might be haunted.
Walking up Woodstock Drive. It is autumn. A sudden hope that the front door of Woodstock Drive may be open so I can look into the hallway of my old house. Impressions of people. A woman walks towards me with her dog. Is this the new owner? I am disappointed she is not, for as I look toward the front door of Woodstock Drive as I pass by, I see a woman with a couple of children outside - these are the current inhabitants of the place.
Walking through Swakeleys Park. A grey day, damp and rainy. I see in the River Pinn (and both the river and park are more feral than they ever were in waking life) - there is a whirlpool beginning to form. I wish I had my phone or camera with me to take a photograph. The path narrows - I have passed along here before, perhaps even in this dream - and I am afraid of slipping and falling into the river. The path steepens, and I have to climb over a low wall. I look down to the watersedge, and see that it is not really very likely that I will fall.
Looking across a river - or canal - at a door in a building that opens directly onto the waters edge. With two other people (Jono? Kelly?), asking them how much it would take for them to climb up to the top of the stairs we can see through the door. The stairs - like the building - are dilapidated and covered with hypodermic syringes. The thought of entering the building gives me a shiver of pleasurable fear, as if the place might be haunted.
Walking up Woodstock Drive. It is autumn. A sudden hope that the front door of Woodstock Drive may be open so I can look into the hallway of my old house. Impressions of people. A woman walks towards me with her dog. Is this the new owner? I am disappointed she is not, for as I look toward the front door of Woodstock Drive as I pass by, I see a woman with a couple of children outside - these are the current inhabitants of the place.
Walking through Swakeleys Park. A grey day, damp and rainy. I see in the River Pinn (and both the river and park are more feral than they ever were in waking life) - there is a whirlpool beginning to form. I wish I had my phone or camera with me to take a photograph. The path narrows - I have passed along here before, perhaps even in this dream - and I am afraid of slipping and falling into the river. The path steepens, and I have to climb over a low wall. I look down to the watersedge, and see that it is not really very likely that I will fall.
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