Southside (night of 13/07/2024)

 Southside at night. I am in a house. There are the sound of rampaging teenagers in the streets. Scared of them. Flashing blue lights. Neighbours gathering . I hear someone say something about 'yobs'. Andy is there too. I think it is his house. He leaps onto the windowsill and pulls the curtains about him. He will sort this out. Andy is a doctor and his car has a blue flashing light on it he turns off 

An image of the Southside streets. New LED streetlights. I cannot believe I am back here again.

Ascending through some kind of complex staircase made of wires. Andy and Emily are below me. The stairs will open up into a walkway. I hear teenagers coming but where are Andy and Emily. I descend the stairs - but somehow go a different way and start sliding down. A woman waits for me wearing some kind of mask. I cannot tell who she is 

Woodstock Drive (night of 13/07/2024)

 I am back at Woodstock Drive. Despite the fact in the dream we are not living there and haven't done so since moving out 30 years ago, we are still moving out. Anyway we are back there one last time and moving out. I am in the kitchen and suddenly noticed there are children playing in the Night Garden - why are they there? Are they from next door? I suppose it does not really matter as we are moving out. I then notice that the children are coming in through the back of the garden and then I realize beyond the garden is a field... Hold on where are they houses behind us? Where is Nettleton and Gibson Road? I look out - it is now daytime. This does not seem strange and not does it feel any time has passed. There are no houses there - well there are some - but they are smaller and encased in metal. The houses are due to be demolished. I can't believe that they are gone - this region of my adolescence now destroyed. The only reason that Woodstock Drive survives is that these houses are privately owned. I try and interest my parents in this but they do not seem to be bothered.

Driving in a car. I think Lucy is driving. The road is narrow and to the left is a blue / silver lake. I need to go back to Woodstock Drive for one last time. Should I go back a day early and spend the night there? Perhaps for the final chapter of suburban myths? I think about trying to sleep there in all the empty rooms, I think of calling up the spirit there for a last confrontation. The thought seems unbearably spooky.

I am in the garden of Woodstock drive - no relation to it's waking self. Am I with mum and dad or Andy and Emily? A slope upwards. The ground - a soft mud collapses inward - revealing a huge subterranean space - some underground water working. I look down into the blackness. I moved back and other bits of earth collapse inward. Rotten planks of wood. I think I fall in.