Fire At My Old School (night of 21/06/2020)

There is a fire at my old school. We are all evacuated. I am in the corridor that leads down to the quiet playground. I suddenly think about what or whom needs to be rescued. There is another way out down this way. Does an old woman need to be rescued? I think what might need to be saved from the classrooms, and head deeper back into the school. There is no smell of smoke. someone else warns me it might be dangerous because of looters. As I walk down the corridor I do smell smoke. Time to get out.

Worcester University, Morayshire (night of 03/06/2020)

Dark. Night. It feels like late autumn or early winter. I am back at Worcester University - though it feels like it may also be Forres - and that area of Brighton / Hove by the train station, A feeling of rain. Sam - an autistic internet blogger is there - with her two children. Are we here for night lectures? It is unclear. I am preparing to head back into town. Sam calls from another room, asking if she can head back into town with me to 'face the apocalypse'. This is said in a jokey way, but somehow refers to the Covid 19 outbreak which is still ongoing. I want to go on my own - but then I realise that I would not wantt to reject Sam, and going into town with her would be quite pleasant anyway. I have an image of catching the bus - again, that late autumn cosy feel - all wind and rain. Sam pops into the room - she seems to be wearing some kind of maids uniform. It suddenly strikes me how pretty she is. I suddenly start to remember the last time I was back on campus - or rather, an earlier time, back when I had graduated. In the dream, this seemed like memories of another dream. Joe Walmsley was there - as Ruth was? Again it was night, and in a large dining room. This memory within a dream, felt again like Forres - I remember looking out of a window at a dark landscape at night, across fields with occasional hosues. The outskirts of town - the area between Forres and Kinloss perhaps.