The Dog is Saved (night of 30/04/2024)

A dog has been found dead. This makes me very sad. There is a photo of the dog - a friendly looking dog, like a Beagle. It's body lies just in front of another animal on a small embankment in a tangled wood. Is the photo actually some kind of video link? With other people. Someone sees the dog is moving - it is still alive. The woman rushes to feed it - possibly Nicola from Woodstock Drive? Later on... I suddenly remember about the dog. I rush to feed it holding out a can of dog food - it rushes to eat it. The dog seems alive and healthy. It has been saved.

The Horse Racing Occult Device (night of 30/04/2024)

Backstage horse racing. I am with a woman who has some kind of device that can influence the outcome of races. This involves clipping some kind of wire onto contacts on the board of the device. This is some kind of occult technology. She shows me how to use it, and the horse wins. Later on I try this on my own. I cannot remember how to do this and put the wires inside my mouth, when the wires I attempt to attach to the device fall of the board. Metallic taste.

Rearranging My Room (night of 29/03/2024)

 I am thinking of rearranging my room (no connection to any real life room) - perhaps by putting my spare mattress on the floor. This will be a comfy place to watch DVDs. The mattress should just fit in below the window. Memories of doing something like this before. Will the TV be too high though? Looking at tables and pieces of furniture -Al may be connected with this dream.

The Vending Machine (night of 29/03/2024)

 A seaside town. There is no reason to think it is Brighton but might be. A dog is tied up outside a pub. Actually the pub is a pub in Brighton so might be. I am worried about the dog - is it being looked after? The dog belongs to four women who are drinking in the pub - also some connection to a man who passes by.     I am in the car park of the pub, a grey windswept expanse near the seafront. There is a vending machine on the edge of the carpark. I am putting pound coins in but something has got jammed. I am able to take out some other pound coins. I am pleased by this. I also discover I am able to take out other objects - people have been using this as some kind of wastebin. The objects I take out are strange art objects - masks and the like. I am pleased at what I find. There is a young Indian woman next to me. We talk about capitalism. She seems very anti-capitalist which surprises me. I tell her I only make 25 grand and do not wish to make any more. Back in the studio (different to waking life) I am showing Claire the things I found in the vending machine. My parents are there too. I show them two small pictures I discovered. The dream is also connected to some legal trial I am involved in, possibly involving Ben, an ex flatmates nightmare boyfriend. I am worried about this but I am reassured my fears are groundless.

The Buried Tunnel (night of 28/03/2024)

 I am walking along a path through a wood. To my side there is a tunnel, slightly buried udner the earth. An animal - possibly supernatural - lives here. A haunted feeling that is not entirely unpleasant. I scatter bread over the roof of the tunnel. There is moss and leaves, tangled branches and a feeling of damp autumn days.

An Unserious Rebellion (night of 28/03/2024)

Some kind of official ceremony - perhaps something connected to a festival. I am with a woman and possibly someone else. It is unclear if we have been arrested or being detained. There is no fear about this and there is a general jovial feeling about the whole affair - we are not in any serious trouble whatever we have done  We are outside - a sunny day. A yellow wall is behind us. There are some kind of stone benches we are sitting on. The woman is posh but rebellious. I decide to draw a comic strip of our predicament hoping she will like it. She does not seem that interested but I do not mind so much and continue drawing.          
(A later part of the dream)                                                 
I am inside a building - some kind of official looking place - perhaps connected to the unknown authorities we were in trouble above. A group of women protestors break in - do they have their arms in slings? They are angry and start smashing up the building with fire extinguishers.                                        I am concerned by this.

The Camel Cafe (night of 27/03/2024)

 I am sat outside a building in London with a woman. A kind of grimy back alley, but strangely pleasant. I am sat on the steps leading down from the cafe with her. We are in the midst of recording a single that we hope to be a hit, but we seemt o have reached a brick wall creatively. I start singing 'beat! beat! beat! beat!' but this does not solve the creative problem. I presume the building behind us holds a studio.
She suddenly has a great idea which will solve all of our problems! Weneed to get more camels into the cafe - which is also behind us - and where we work!
She leads three rescue camels into the cafe. She seems delighted by this. The camels are covered in mud. We will need to wash them. I do not know where the camels will go. We have rescued camels before. Throuygh the door into the cafe I can see one of the young camels we rescued walking about.

A Gathering Of Superheroes (night of 27/03/2024)

There is a gathering of superheroes. There is some kind of crossover event going on - or about to go on. This may be a meeting to discuss what ius going to happen - some kind of internal confliuch between certain sects of superheroes? An image of dark figures in an empty back alley cityscape, the superheroes all dressed in black and greys. Crowded and claustrophobic. Rain.

Alice Slides Into The River (weekend of 23 - 24 March 2024)

 I am down by the river Severn. in Worcester with Alice. It is icy. Alice decides to have a slide along the ground - but disaster! Alice slides too far, and onto the embankment where she proceeds to slide down and into the water itself.

The Keys To Woodstock Drive (night of 19/03/2024)

I am back at Woodstock Drive again. It is the present. I think I have gone to revisit the old house on my own - my parents also turn up at the same time. There is some confusion over the keys to our old house. Which ones work? Some of the keys have a red mark on them - like paint, or nail varnish. It is unclear in my memory as to why these keys are improtant - it is the present day - so we would have moved out over 30 years ago - but there is also the feeling that we are just moving out and handing over the keys. Our old dog Bruno is also there as well - and he had to be put to sleep back in 1988... The current owners of the house - a friendly old couple - are happy for me to see if my keys work. I walk up the driveway to the front door. At last, I am to walk back into 33 Woodstock Drive again, after many long years away.

The Circus Steps At Brighton Beach (night of 18/03/2024)

I am visiting Brighton again to see Lou. I have arrived a day early. Lou does not know yet I am in Brighton - should I ring her and let her know I have come a day early? Should I just stay out for the night on my own? I look at the wet, cold skies, growing dark, and think that this may not be the best of plans.
I walk up the North Laine - a feeling of twilight and early night. The North laine, though similar to it's waking self, also feels dream-intensified - slightly different. A feel of a street market at Christmas perhaps. I look in the shop windows as I pass by. Perhaps I should buy a record - at least there are good record shops in Brighton! I look in the window of one shop, and see a section for industrial music.
I reach the last street in the North laine - though this has no resemblance to it's waking life counterpart. It is a long empty road, surrounded by nothging - the feeling of an empty industrial estate. I walk to the end of this road. I think I might have passed by a couple of people.
Walking back, I realise I cannot see anything. I am in pitch black - but a I walk further, the lights of town appear in the distance. It is about at this point that I have lost my luggage - both my rucksack and suitcase. Fear and dismay! Where did I leave them?
I hurry back into town, hoping that I find them again.
I run into Lou - she is sitting in a circle with a number of other people. I stop to say hello.
Somehow I find my suitcase again, but where is my rucksack.
I am down at the beach. It is night. Walls and steps to the water. Corrugated iron fences. This is where I left my rucksack! - But hold on - the sea has come in, and must have washed it away... I am still determined to find my rucksack.
To get to the beach I must ascend a set of steps. The steps are like something out of a circus or a computer game. The first step is waist high, and I must pull myself up. Some of the steps are very narrow -  like aplatform suspended in air. To get to the second step, I must use some kind of rope swing.
There is a woman there who is very knowledgeable about the steps - she has used them many times. She may be some kind of gymnast or circus performer. She is stood at the top of the steps. I joke about how this would be a scary first date for a potential boyfriend. She laughs at this and says something about it always scares them off.
I am swinging about everywhere. I cannot control the rope at all. I laugh. It is all fairly amusing.

The White Gods (night of 16/03/2024)

The gods are ever white rolling fluid mists - like clouds, rolling into each other, forming and reforming. We can only experience the gods as we do, because we are unable to experience them in their vastness.

The Call-Centre Is In The Studio (night of 15 or 16/03/2024)

I am at work in the call centre - thoough the call centre now seems to be in the downstairs entrance room at the studio.
Green sofas against the wall. Suddenly having the realisation that this was what the call centre would have looked like in Victorian times.
Taking a call. I am surprised to see that this is a video call, and I can see the customer. The customer is having problemns with her vacuum, and she shows me what is wrong in a series of different rooms.

Worried About A Relationship (night of 11/03/2024)

 I am about to start a relation ship with a much youynger woman. Nothing has happened yet, but I am deeply regretting it. I think about phoning her and telling her that it has ended. The image of a grey country lane, somewhere on the outskirts of town. Trees lining one side, houses the other. Grey skies.

Psychedelic Reality (night of 11/03/2024)

 (Only images are left of this dream now... vague fragments)
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Shifting bright fluorescent colours. Something to do with this being the true reality ...(of the universe?) Some kind of bus journey - this had a deeper meaning. Travis and Servalan from Blakes Seven?

The Calico Cat (night of 10/03/2024)

I am living in a pleasant ground floor flat - quite unlike anywhere I have lived in waking life. I have blacony doors that open straight onto the garden. A cat that I do not know has started visiting me and living in the flat. I am uncertain if I should feed it or not. The cat is called a 'Calico Cat' (and nothing like its waking life breed) - the Calico Cat of my dream has four hair tufts on it's head that gives it the appearance of having four horns. It is larger than a domestic cat, and has slightly unsettling alien eyes. 
Emma, my old next door neighbour is living next door - though her house resembles a little biut more her house on Derby Road. We talk in the garden

Russian Assassination Atrocity (night of 10/11/2024)

I am not sure of my narrative viewpoint at the beginning of the dream. It seems to begin as if viewing a documentary - from outside. An English summer road, busy with cars. Looking from above. In one of the cars aperson, or group of people, have been kidnapped. I am wandering how I would react in such a situation, what would I do to try and escape? I think about that I might write about my situation on a piece of paper, and leave it on the road for someone to find. Would this work? I am not sure? As I think about this, it is like my consciousness is now as someone who is kidnapped in the car.
A later part of the dream - I am in a room watching television with a few people - possibly my parents. There is some kind of ceremony taking place - like the opening of a sports event. Suddenly a group of people are shot - blood and intestines everywhere. We are witnessing an atrocity taking place on live TV. These people are being shot by Russian assassins because they are journalists and have spoken out against Russia's regime. I cannot believe the pain the shot people must be going through.

Angry German Customer (night of 10/03/2024)

 I am at work in the call centre. The call centre looked different to waking life, and as far as I can recall, was set in some wide open garage / workshop kind of area. A man called in to order a product. He had some absurdly cliched German name, which I wish I had written down. He was incredibly angry and patronising. I remember stumbling over the call.

Storm of Frozen Leaves (night of 09/03/2024)

 I am in my flat, some kind of storm has started. I look out of my window and see hundreds of autumnal leaves, suspended frozen in the air. An image of trees blowing in the breeze against a dark night-blue sky.

The Polar-Dog (night of 01/01/2024)

 The dog has been experiemented on - it looks more like a polar bear than a dog. There are leeches on it's ragged body. The dog is about to be put to sleep. I am determined that the dog will not die alone. I look into the dog's eyes, and tell him or her that I love them.

Orange-Haired Ghostgirl

 Ghostgirl has dyed her hair bright orange.

Apart From the Circle (night of 29/02/2024)

I am living in a large house with a number of other people. The house seems bright and modern and nice. Ellen is one of the other people there. There is some kind of party in operation - or at least some kind of gather. Ellen refers to this as 'The Circle' - perhaps some kind of intimation of it 'growing'. It is udnertain if I am part of The Circle or not. I am certainly not interested in joining the party. (An image here - perhaps drawn - of people stood by a shed in the garden).
I am outside my room. Louise is next to me on the landing. It is uncertain if she is living in the hosue or not. Her mother and brother come up the stairs. I think Louise leaves with them. Louise's mopther does not acknowledge me. This puts me out a little as we have met before.
I return back to my room.
My room isn't really just a room, but a large-ish flat within the house. I want to return to my fish'n'chips I have for dinner - but where is it though? I race through the rooms of my house looking for my fish'nchips but where is it? I am frustrated and annoyed. I had it just before leaving my room - I had even put the fish'n'chips on a plate with a knife and fork.
I rest by my bed, and suddenly realize that the bed is absurdly large - it comes up to my chest. I can't think how this impossibility has come to be. I climb up onto my bed - this will give me a better vantage point to find my lost fish'n'chips. I find the fish'n'chips, and am pleased.