Chanting Rugby Hooligans (night of 16/01/2024)

 A summers day. I am outside Browns Restaurant by the River Severn in Worcester. Lots of people about. I hear some shouting and chanting in the distance. A group of rugby fans is celebrating somne kind of win. The shouting is loud and makes me afraid. I realize I will have to traverse town, and lots of drunken rugby fans to get home. The thought makes me nervous.

Fig Leaves and Football Hooligans (night of 14/01/2024)

The back streets of inner city London. It feels like the 1960s.
I have joined a group of football hooligans - I am noit sure how this has happened. My fellow football hooligans are well dressed in suits, and seem of the 'Krays gangster' type. We are preparing to meet up with a rival crew for some kind of violent altercation. As part of the preparation we have to carve the shape of a fig leave into our skin. We have no choice but to do this. With reluctance, I use my compass to scrape the shape of a fig leaf onto my ankle. Blood, but no pain.
One of the other hooligans - an older man who looks terrifying - explains that fig leaf ensures that his wife and chidlren would be protected if he is sent to prison.

Glue-Gons (night of 14/01/2024)

In a suburban house at night. I am with a young woman who lives there - perhaps the daughter of the house. Some kinf of dining room. Dark windows. It feels like night-time - the kind of silence that comes when you go downstairs in the middle of the night. The woman has made one or two 'Glue Gons' - these are basically glue guns (and do indeed resemble a gun) - but is pronounced differently 'gons' rhyming with 'dons'. These Glue Gons are somehow connected with the robot servants in the house - tall intimidating humanoids - there is one, maybe two of them. The robot servants have gone wrong and become dangerous. We leave the house in a hurry. I take hold of her hand. Maybe we will end up kissing? Dark suburban street, lit by white streetlamps. I look back at the house and the front door opens. We are momentarily relieved - the robot servants cannot leave the house. To my horror, the robot servant does - his mouth opens in a cry of rage. Terrified, I see him run towards us at astonishing speed.
I wake up screaming.