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.