A Boat On A Railway Track (night of 25/05/2020)

Louise lets me into her house. Flash is there, her border collie. Lively and playful, he looks somehow diminished. A string of something hangs from his jaw. He looks smaller. I know this is because he is dying of cancer (as he is in waking life). A long corridor outside Lou's house. People sat on a bench eating dinner. They do not want Flash near them. I am somewhat repulsed by the thing hanging down from Flash's jaw. I try to ignore my discomfort because I love Flash.
***
I am walking on a road by a beach, semi-urban - buildings of a commercial nature, perhaps holiday shops. There has been some kind of recent rain. The road is covered with water. I run up an embankment to avoid being splashed by passing cars. I eventually reach a stone wall of some front garden and cannot go any further, I look down at the road which is even deeper in water - and now seems to be sloping down. Cars pass through the water - it is very deep indeed. I also notice that walkers are strolling through the water too. Perhaps I should do this? I cannot move forward any other way.
***
Emily's boat is huge, in some kind of harbour. It is attached to some kind of structure at a mooring. A hige sail - which resembles some kind of tent-canvas, stretches above us, also attached to some kind of structure. I am pulling on the rope, holding the canvas-sail down, or am I? I look down the decking to where Al is smiling at me in a way I cannot read. I notice the sail - and part of the structure slip away and lean toward the next boat. Something happens. The boat is on some kind of railway track - it speeds off intot he distance, an impossible acceleration. I look down the tracks to where the boat has travelled to.

No Deliveries For Me / About To Give Birth (night of 18/05/2020)

There is a knock at the door. I am expecting parcels to be delivered. I open the door, and see a lot of boxes and parcels out there stretching along the front garden wall. One of them is in a long cardboard tube by the gate. I am disappointed to discover that none of these are for me, they are for the new neighbours moving in next door. I speak to the woman (one of a couple - they have actually moved in there in waking life) and I look at the books - old paperbacks from the 1970s / 1960s - dark, pulpy sci-fi horror covers I am interested in.
***
I am in a room alone. I am pregnant and about to give birth. I am alarmed that I am to have to go through this alone. I suddenly realize how much it will hurt. Bloody water on the floor - my waters have broken. It is unclear if I am male or female.

Porcelain Doll Hands (night of 17/05/2020)

Some kind of malevolent force is trying to break through from another dimension into ours. When the force enters our dimension, it is in the form of porcelain hands, like those of old china dolls. Someone down by the sea - one of the hands grabs her. Another seems to come out of the table and grab my wrist.

Picking Up The Brontes (night of 12/05/2020)

About to enter a building with the Brontes (including their father) - the Brontes as played by the actresses in the 1970s television adaptation of their biographies. It appears to be the modern day - the building might be a university. The theme tune plays in the background - Patrick Bronte expresses approval - it is a classical piece. I am somewhat surprised as thought the theme tune was more modern. There is some unrest - Emily will be somewhat restricted in behaviour (perhaps she will not be allowed to drive the car, or sit in the front passenger seat) due to some minor social misbehaviour. She is bitter about this.

Bus-Ride Into Old Towns (night of 10/05/2020)

On a bus, returning to Uxbridge. Thinking how odd it is to be returning. Pleased that the bus will take me past the old alleyway that we used to walk from the town centre to college. Late afternoon sun, feels like on of those autumnal days at the end of August.
Uxbridge turns into Brighton - I am still returning though. I am due to begin a shift at my old job. Brighton Station. The familiar streets. The bus swings by. The bus pulls in at a bus-stop. For one horrified moment, I think that Andy is getting on the bus on the way to his work. It is just a bouncer outside a restaurant or hotel. There seems to be a number of people at the bus-stop. The Bus pulls away.

Forres Before Dawn (night of 07/05/2020)

I am back in Forres - possibly on holiday with my parents.
Early morning - it is still dark. I am dropped off (by bus?) on the far side of the high street - the roads leading to school - though these roads are empty - no buildings, a feeling of fields. An edgeland country. I begin to walk up to the high street. I am alarmed by shouts from behind me and hurry my pace. I turn the corner - ah! There is Forres high street. I am somewhat relieved.There are streaks of light now in the sky.
As I walk up the slope towards Forres, I think that I should see Drumduan Park - our old house - while it is still dark. This idea is exciting - should I walk up the road by Cluny Hill, or walk up from the base of Drumduan Park?
I ponder on the idea of getting a can of drink from the newsagent. I enter the newsagent and see that it is full of people. I am not sure where the queue is. They do not appear to be observing social distancing. I decide to leave the shop.

***

This feels like something I am reading or watching rather than something I am taking part in. A woman is telling a man that to learn magick he must not mind - because many people are surprised - that magick is more about her personal tastes and science fiction than anything else. There is a comic to read outlining her occult philosophies - there is some instruction in the comic, to be a good magician one must 'suck on a lot of comics every day'. The woman's name is Ares or Ariadne.

A Card In Covid-19 (night of 06/05/2020)

The shop is closed because of the pandemic lockdown. Dark and cool interior. It's some kind of small stationery store. I open the door to look at the street (it resembles Sydney Street in brighton - perhaps I am in the shop emspace as it used to be?). There is a girl/woman at the door - possibly the same woman who I see on the streets of Worcester all the time? She wants to buy a card - one with a red heart on. I tell her that we are closed because of the pandemic, but then I think - what harm will it do? She steps into the shop, and gives me £3.00 for the card. I am aware of the touch. Because of the pandemic we should not be touching but I do not really mind. I ask her how her lockdown is going.