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.