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.

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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.