A New Room (night of 25/06/2024)

 I have returned from a wedding with my parents. My sister is with us with a small terrier dog. Things are still cold and uncertain between us. I ask her if she wants to come in for a cup of tea first. She is hesitant about the dog but I say that it will be okay. We take the dog for a wee at an alleyway. This seems to be at the foot of Perry Woods. The alley is tangled and overgrown. I watch it curving away. I say to my sister it is the first time I have ever been to this alleyway but then remember we have both been here before. There is some commotion up the alleyway. A wild man is creeping behind the bushes with an egg in his mouth  he is stealing chickens from one of the gardens. The man must live in Perry Woods. I can't believe it I say an actual chicken stealer.

in the living room of the house, most closely resembling 83 Belmont road. An armchair pulled up in front of the TV. A Dr who magazine on the floor. An old sci fi paperback on the table. Are these mine? I am puzzled. It is not the kind of thing I would leave downstairs.

On the first floor. A man introduces himself to me as "Sux'. He has just moved in. We shake hands 'i have known him for years' he gestures to another man, another resident of the shared house. I try to work out who has which room. I realise the Dr who magazine and sci-fi book must belong to him. I am excited by this - we will have things in common!

In my room. I have just changed rooms - I now have the large attic room overlooking the street. A set of ladders takes me up to a mezzanine section accessed from above the bed which itself is on some kind of platform. Andy is also here. We are on the ladders when they start to buckle and collapse. I try to grab the attachment of the wall the ladder is attached to but my fingers go through it. We land without injury. I investigate the fitting. There seems to be some kind of spring which somehow explains s why my fingers went through it 

I will have to explain to the landlord what has happened. Then I realise I will also have to explain what I am doing in this room. I have moved my stuff up from my original room without telling him. Will I get into trouble for this? Will I have to pay more? The room after all is larger than the one downstairs. I look up at the bed and realise the mezzanine section is still accessible. Nothing to worry about then! But then I realise my landlord will find out about how I have moved into this room without telling him. I think of taking my stuff back down to my original room. The thought tires me. He will find out, of course, someone has only just moved out and he will want to rent this room again 

I discover a box of old black and white photographs in the room showing a blonde woman. A nurse from the 1960s. My mum says these photos must be connected with the hospital opticians opposite. I look out of the window but cannot read the signs on the builingnopoisite. The street seems to be Buckingham Street in Brighton . I discover a photo in the box - also black and white - of the building opposite. The exact same view 

Autumn House (night of 25/06/2024)

 Suddenly the doors of the great old manor are opened. A grey day. Autumnal leaves on the ground. I am with other people Jordan from work. Other people from Gtech. I ask if I am allowed in but suddenly don't care about the answer. I race excited into the house . A huge stairway. Dark rooms. The house is used by Gtech for photo shoots. I race up the stairs exploring rooms. Other people follow. A room full of pianos. Someone starts playing - messing about. Then someone starts to play the piano properly. Someone says 'typucal of him to start playing!' in a jokey fashion. A room on the first or second floor at the front of the house. Large. Floorboards. Another room where plants have got in - an explosion of green leaves and tendrils. Karen is also here now. I say to her we must find the attics. More rooms - one filled with chairs and tables like some vast workplace canteen  the rooms change - suddenly I am in the pavilions shopping centre in Uxbridge. This displeases me - I want to go back. I return into the rooms of the house 

Karen no longer wants to search for the attics. She is cold and distant towards me. 'i don't think we should see each other for a while. She offers a time span '73 days or minutes. I realise she means for this period to be permanent. For some reason I am not bothered by this.

After I have left the house? Walking along batten hall road. Thinking how strange it will be to pass by the house tomorrow. It is the house at the end of batten hall road - this actually bears no resemblance to the house I was exploring but is somehow the same one.

Jodie Whittaker in the dream?

Breaking Bad Episode (night of 23/06/2024)

I am part of a Breaking Bad storyline - though do not have much to do with the action. I am just hanging about, watching events unfold.

I am with Walter White and a couple of other people, Mexican, Indian men? They are digging a deep hole, and letting the hole fill in with water from somewhere. The water makes the square shaped hole absurdly deep. I look down and think that I would not like to fall in there.

One of the Mexican / Indian men sits on the edge of the ever growing hole. Just below him, a flat plane of water spurts out. Perhaps they have disturbed some kind of udnerground stream or waterworking?

The inside of a house. It is dark. Walter White and a few other people. He is removing a cluster of pipes from the wall. Inside the pipes are toy soldiers, stuffed with meth amphetamine. These are from a time many years before he was working for notorious drug overlord Gustav Fring. Gustav Fring must not find out about these sodliers.

I think the idea was to destroy the toy soldiers in the hole that was being created.

The outside of a house. A flooded road. Gustav Fring walks along, and skips along the edge of the huge puddle. He goes to the door of a house and opens it, goes inside.

Gypsy Girl Child (night of 22/04/2024)

 I open my eyes. I am in a room I do not recognise from waking life. The figure of a girl, slightly gypsy like, is looking at me, smiling in a way that is either malevolent or merely mischievous. I decide to make friends with her. She gets up and flees the room, obviously not prepared for my overtures of friendship. She has left the doors open which are to my right. I am afraid of her being out there.

The Small Hills Behind Douglas Pearce's Old House (night of 10/06/2024)

I am staying in - or have actually moved into - a house that Douglas Pearce from neo-folk band Death In June once lived in. The house in on a street called Shooters Hill in London. I cannot believe I am in this house! This would be a great place to perform magickal spells, I think, knowing of Douglas Pearce's interest in such matters.
In the passengers seat of a car. In the distance is a hill of houses - more like a clutch of sheds covering the distant hill - but this is still a London landscape. The hut-houses are painted bright primary colours. Next to the hill of brightly coloured hut houses is a hill of black / grey houses. There seems to be a more organic quality to these houses - as if they are flowing like illustrations.
The sky is deep and grey, and full of a profound mystery.