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.
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