Remembering Old Trips Back To Forres (night of 14/12/2023)

I see on facebook that Joe Bird's friend Simon, has put up trips of their recent holiday away. There is a picture of five of them on what seems to be a coach. He has also put up a map showing them where they have been. It seems that they have been in Elgin - 'only twelve miles' away from where I used to live in Forres. I am jealous. I should have made the effort to go. I could have visited Forres again.
I remember other trips I have taken back to Forres - always on my own. An image of white street lights in a dark winter morning.
vague memories from th dream of actually being on a trip there. I am staying overnight in a hotel. I think how strange it will be to spend so much time there. Most of my previous trips seem to have been conducted in onbe day.

Silent Family Room (night of 14/12/2023)

I am in a room with my father and sister. everyone is silent, involced in their own worlds. I think I may be reading. I feel restless and consterained. Is it normal to spend so much time in a room without speaking? I leave the room for a kitchen. I am cooking some food, frying some oil. This is pleasing. There is some kind of butter on the edges of the frying pan which I ease into the oil. This butter is the remnant of previous meals cooked.

Drunken Tangents (night of 13/12/2023)

Night-time. I am walking with a work colleage away from work, down by the playground that leads to Tolladine Road. It is late at night. We have been to the work Christmas party and are heading home.
My friend gets into a taxi, and the taxi zooms off at an alarming speed; screeching wheels, roaring engine.
I feel glad I am not in the taxi, and am amused that my friend has to get the dangerous taxi home.
Then I am not pleased. I am way out in Warndon, and it is late at night, and I have many miles to get home.
I end up by the hospital. This is different to how it is in waking life. A vast road - a huge roundabout. It is now daylight. I am aware I am drunk, and if I were not drunk, then this would look completely different. There is the feeling that this is an hallucination. I go to cross the road, and am suddenlky concerned about being run over, and head back to the pavement. If this is not reality, how would I be able to see any approaching vehicles?
Now I am walking out of the hospital into some kind of countryside. memory loss - a side effect of being drunk. How did I get here? I do not want to walk out into the countryside. This may be a dangerous area, though there is not a great deal of concern within me.
I find myself in an area of the hospital where people are living. There are a lot of asian people here. What would it be like to live here, or to visit people here regularly.
I climb up a steep set of stairs. Someone is in front of me. A woman walks down the stairs, and briefly lays her han d on my leg.

Sunset Path (night of 11/12/2023)

Walking a path through Aconury Orchard. The path runs between a wood to my left and a line of trees / bushes to my right. I notice an orange / sunset light falling between these trees / bushes. I think it would be nice to have a dog with me. I look into the woods to my left. The wood looks deep - wintry - more full of branches than leaves. I think about Leighton (a childhood friend) - and how we might play there - at what point would the woods become creepy and we would have to run out?
The path leads me upwards and into a wood. I come to a river. There are swans floating on the river. The path curves to the left.