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.
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