Immersive Computer Game (night of 31/12/2025)

Playing a computer / arcade game. I am a figure on skates racing along station platforms. dark countryside. The game is totally and three-dimensionally all immersive. There is a lone figure stumbling down the platform. Sinister. Do I hit him as I skate by? I rush along the platforms getting faster I can feel the speed. This is exhilarating. Beyond the platforms is a dark, endless countryside. The platforms turn into a path bordered by hedges or fences. I am talking to someone at the same time headphones? The screen / world goes blank. Things are happening but I cannot see though me / my character is in no danger. I know I am attacked by werewolves. The scene changes I am in a village street ribbons hanging down from the trees. I slow down. Talking to the person (Mark?) on the phone, telling him I have turned into a woman - I feel my chest, I have not. I tell him I have not turned into a woman at all. 

I amn some kind of stairway leading down from a train station. At the bottom of the steps, a group of teenagers are acting threateningly. 'Maybe not down there!' I say to whoever I am talking to. I go out into a city street - not in the main part of town, though there are huge buildings - a bit reminiscent of Birmingham. This city is dangerous. I try to walk in an imposing manner. I come to some kind of road junction. There is a huge flood of foamy water, in which there is an equally huge fire engine (does this then resolve into a tractor belching steam?) There is a feeling I have to get somewhere, a feeling of urgency. Are the teenagers behind me? I look up and see a sign for another railway station. I will head there and get another train.

I am in some kind of bottom level multi story car park kind of affair. People are looking at boards of information. The teenagers are too, but they do not seem interested in me. I push past them and an older couple reading the boards. A figure walks towards me - one of the teenagers? - No, I see he is wearing a doctor's outfit.

Abbotsfield School At Night (night of 29/12/2025)

 Walking along the outside of the metalwork / woodwork block at Abbotsfield, possibly with Alice. It is night. On the road is an old woman, she seems to fold in half, and crawls quickly on hands and feet down into the field. I look at the field and see a group of people around a car. There is some kind of kidnap taking place. This is alarming - we need to get away. The kidnappers are following us. A loud industrial sound behind us. We may be safe in Swakeleys school. Will we be able to get in? I am sure I have done this before at night - there used to be security guards.

Works Party (night of 30/12/2025)

 Christmas party in Brighton. upstairs room full of people. Steve B from school - white shirt and tie. I am drinking Jack Daniels. I also have a pint. I make my way to talk to him, and ask him about his day, and about Phil. Steve does not quite seem excited to see me

A girl is there called Alison Grimmer. She is flirtatious with me, hands touching. I am joking about being a goth - she asks to marry me as a joke. I join in on this and realise she is flirting with me. I start a portentous narrative about our married life. I stumble over my  words - 'from winter to summer, we won't see the sun'. She seems happy by this, and does not notice my awkwardness. There is more physical contact. I go on - about cobwebs. How I don't like cobwebs, but actually I don't mind cobwebs, I explain it is that I don't like spiders. I explain in my flat I have too many spiders. I point out a tangle of headphones wire looking like spider legs. Alison seems enchanted by me. I am happy, though wondering if Alice thinks I am gay. I am thinking about saying that me and Steve have known eachother since 1986 - since school!

Another room. more people behind the bar from another department - is this a free bar? No, my other drunk was free - do I need another drink? I already have a JD - and a pint.

Looking out of the window - sunset over Brighton. we are drawn to the antics of people shouting below.

Remembering earlier - had I met Gareth for a coffee near my old flat in Hove?

An amazingly real feeling dream.

The Fan and The River (Christmas Day afternoon 2025)

 A rock path above a river. A kind of cliff to the left, and below, the river running into the rocks. There is a lonely haunted atmosphere.

I think I am with Alice. We have been here for a while - there is the feeling of some kind of scientific project we are part of? A feeling we are leaving.

The river below flows over some kind of concrete square - I see things washed over it, including an action man.

The narrow path we are on leads to a dead-end. There is water flowing along the path as well. At the end of the path is some kind of fan. I push the water along with my foot to make the fan fall into the water. It does n on t, but I feel the power of the water and am glad it is not deeper.

I want the fan to fall down into the river but it feels wrong to do this on purpose.

Collapsing Bridge Dias (night of 21/12/2025)

 Out in the countryside - roadside verge. Shouting something about this being the Inner-Shires?Running up a slope onto a wooden dias / bridge. my post-dream notes say 'sand collapses into the river below' I remember it now as being planks of wood. Anyway - whatever collapsed into the river below - I can now see iron struts instead. I am stuck on what remains of the dias. Mason runs up on the dias. He is having no problem. 'I should have known' - post dream notes. Later parts of the dream - I still seem to be stuck on the dias and also getting on with my life. Somebody says to me 'you should always have a claim in'.

Bed Clothes Come Alive (night of 20/12/2025)

 Bed clothes on my bed. My bed is in a slightly different position. The bed clothes move. Is it a rat - some animal beneath the sheets. The bed clothes rise up and become some loos fluid from of sheets that rush around my walls at alarming speed 

Work Parties (night of 19/12/2025)

 A works party. I am sat at a table I am not happy with. This has happened before. I am sat facing some kind of wall. Long benches, wooden table. The area has the feeling of some kind of huge wooden hut.

It is unclear if this is my current job or not. It has the feeling of Family Investments I worked at from 2010 - 2013.

A man is telling someone else he is in love with her. She is unhappy about this. I feel awkward overheating this.

Nostalgia for old nights out in the pub after work (remembering The Gloucester?). Not knowing what would happen or who would come out.

Flat Maintenance Issues (night of 15/12/2025)

 I am in my flat doing something with the boiler. I look at the boiler and realize that the screen has been removed. How do I fit it back? Does it just click back into place? Will I have to call the landlady?

I wake in my room. There is some kind of noise. I go to the bathroom and see that there is some kind of workman in there. I am angry. Maybe I haven't checked the post though, and the house managers sent me a letter? This seems likely - I haven't checked the post for a long time. He says that he has narrowed the problems down to this flat - the problems have been caused by a car crashing into the outside of the building.

I can see that a large section of the wall has been removed, and I can see through to other people's bathrooms - lone green toilets stood on wooden floorboards.

Two Ghost Women (night of 15/12/2025)

 in my darkened bedroom. With a shock I realize two dark ghost figures are here, standing side by side. Somehow one is turned into a young Indian woman, slightly gypsy like. I ask her if she would like a cup of tea. She says that would be nice.

Dark Christmas Song Competition (night of 15/12/2025)

 I am in a flat. A large bright room. A woman is there - possibly Zoey from Brighton. We are having some kind of Christmas competition about singing the darkest Christmas songs - this seems to involve neo-folk military pop music - the sound of martial trumpets. I look around the flat for things to use. I am determined I shall win.

The Lucid Dream House - a lucid dream(morning of 14/12/2025)

At first I am not sure if I am dreaming or not. I seem to be at my parents house - a mixture of waking ones and made up ones. I am in my bedroom. I think this seems far too real to be a dream. I lie on the floor between my bed and the wall - hold on! I always have my bed against the wall! I look at my room - the bed really is in the middle - I think how nice it would be to have my room like this in waking life. I really must be dreaming!

I open my window which looks out into a vast landscape of trees and hills - dark grey sky. There still seems to be some confusion if this is a dream or real. I watch a huge bird - I think is that a kite? - I watch it glide over and land on a tree in the next garden. I look again - is that a kite or is that an eagle? I look out back at the landscape - there appears to be a dinosaur in the distance. a UFO lazily glides through the sky.

I am downstairs looking out of the window. a man walks up - there is something about this place that seems out of time - I go to ask him what year it is but then realise I shouldn't ask characters in a lucid dream what year it is. I ask him as I am a new visitor here what I should do. I do not want to break the rules here. He starts to speak, but I cannot understand him. His words come out muffled and muddled. He asks me instead what he should do about his depression. I start to give him advice - how he should always write down when the depression begins - and I will guarantee that it will pass. he seems doubtful but I am insistent. he is with a woman who looks miserable and lifeless

I am lying on a grassy slope with other people including an unconvincing transgender woman and Freeman Agyeman from Doctor Who. I casually think about sex, - after all, this is a lucid dream, but it feels wrong somehow 

I am lying on my bed looking up the ceiling. I rub my hands together to help stabilise the dream. The ceiling starts to crack and fall away, revealing above the ceiling a network of industrial pipes. I drag myself up - I can feel the physical exertion, and haul myself up along these pipes. I see amongst the pipes a friendly looking brown dog - also there is a cow peering at me over the pipes.

I find myself on a walkway looking down onto a room. There is a dressing table on which there is a Galaxy chocolate bar. it feels like the room has been prepared for me - perhaps at my parents house? in the corner is our old dog Bruno. He barks at me and I greet him joyfully.

The Hotel Is Coming Alive! (night of 13/12/2025)

 it is a new hotel - it has been put together from old things, old spaces. A labyrinth collage. A vast square shaped maze. it has the feeling of something put together for use in some kind of training - not a real hotel. There are no residents. There is no staff.

I have occasions to enter this hotel - dark corridors, rooms and hallways. These spaces have the feel of industrial swimming pools. The rooms are dark and unnerving - a claustrophobic haunted atmosphere. I do not like it. I may sometimes glimpse others who likewise have occasion to enter the hotel like I do. the sight of these others disquiets me. An image of Adam, gliding along. I feel the urge to sing in Latin.

"The hotel is coming alive!" I shout gleefully to someone.

The hotel is busy. It is lunchtime. A people are rushing to use the toilet. Too many people queuing to use the toilet. I step back to let someone out, but a woman takes my place. It is important that I use the toilet. I have a thesis that the accidental collecting of rooms to form this hotel has created an accidental haunting. If I can get into the toilet, this will help me explore the possibilities further but I cannot.

Hot and annoyed. I walk along the main street at Langley. I think I am with Al. It is too busy to spend my lunch hours at the hotel. Sunny. I walk to the edges of Langley - nearly to the canal - paths among trees. A group of people pass from behind me. I am momentarily alarmed - perhaps they are violent? - but no, they are joggers.

Al does not seem to be with me anymore.

Perhaps on my lunch hour I can go for a short walk along the canal instead? The though offers some solace to me, though the outside does not seem quite as safe as spending my lunch hour in the hotel.

Watching a Documentary With Cinzia (morning of 13/12/2025)

 With Cinzia from YouTube, and possibly two other people.

I am looking at a drawing I am doing. it is a rough pencil sketch. I have no idea where the drawing is headed or what my plan is. I realize the drawing shows a middle-aged middle Eastern (possibly Mediterranean?). in front of him he is holding three cows (?). This is where the drawing is going! I am excited by this and look again - the drawing does not seem as cohesive. There is possibly a wall behind the man. They are in some kind of market harbour town.

The drawing becomes some kind of documentary (?) that myself and Cinzia are watching - though parts of it still seem a drawing. There is a boy hiding and running called Billy Mumford. Then there is the man again looking sad and rejected. Cinzia says it must have been awful - all of his friends and family have moved on leaving him behind - and back in his time (Napoleonic?)  there was no way of communication. He is now alone.

The documentary starts to be about the process of immigration. it seems a brutal affair. To get onto the ship, the children need to swim down some kind of underwater passage.

We are sat on some kind of grass slope - possibly leading down to some kind of building. it is sunny - though has the feeling of autumnal sun than summer. Possibly late afternoon?  Behind us shouting. A group of men - football hooligan types - walk by, and sit on the grass further down. Their presence disturbs me though they do not seem to have noticed us.

Walking in corridors - reminiscent of school corridors, maybe watching the documentary on some kind of small screen?

I accidentally brush Cinzia's hand. She squeezes it. I squeeze back. We almost go naturally to hold hands but we draw away. She makes some comment about it but does not seem unhappy it has happened.

I am rolling a huge, ridiculous joint. I am putting twigs amongst the tobacco. It is feet long. I know there are no drugs in it though.

At some kind of outside stall / food van, approaching the counter.

New Rented House (night of 07/12/2025)

 I have moved into a new rented house to start a new term at university. The house, one of others, is set down a rough dirt track. I am worried if I have set up the standing order for the rent correctly, but realize I have. There is a man in the house. He asks me to pass him a 'salad crisper' by that is in the fridge (I have no idea what a salad crisper really is).

I am with Ross. He admits that he has always been in contact with Ruth. I tell him I have always known.

Getting Off The Train (night of 07/12/2025)

 I am getting off a train. There is a large gap between the train and platform. an old man - helpful - is standing there, waiting to get on (well dressed, bowler hat?) With his encouragement I throw my rucksack into the platform - some kind of raised wooden platform made of slats. We are to swap places. I am on the platform. It slopes alarmingly, unstable 

Seaside Houses and Uxbridge Hotels (night of 02/12/25)

 I am staying in a hotel in Uxbridge with Karen. We are sat in a dark room with a number of other people - this is some kind of communal area. There are two eastern European men amongst the people. One of them slaps me on the ass. An orgy seems to be developing in the room. A naked woman. I am very angry about this situation developing in a hotel.

Me and Karen leave for another part of the hotel - this is in another building, a short while down the street. We hear back from the manager - we are getting a refund. Jason is somehow involved in this.

I am walking along a beach with Karen amongst other people - Brighton beach, though seems more Mediterranean. A bright sunny day. Blue skies. The sun. I walk to the edge of the promenade, and no look down into the clear blue water. A building extending out over the sea. A platform just beneath the water. Some kind of clustered small mechanism on the platform. I imagine sea serpents and sea monsters in the water. There is a loud roaring, mystical in nature. Something is coming from the waves.

We end up in a basement living room, sitting on crowded sofas - possibly Dendi amongst them. Karen is sat on some kind of table / shelf behind one of the sofas. I want to get to her. There is a teenage boy in the room - this is where he lives. He is eager to show me the badges he has created. He is proud of them. I cannot get to Karen without destroying his badges he has displayed on the sofa. I do not want to destroy them.

We go to another house. There is done kind of alternative BDSM festival going on in the house. I cannot work out if Karen and the others went upstairs or downstairs. The house is on different levels and is quite long.

I decide to go outside and phone Karen to find out where she is. I open the door but there are three (?) tattooists on the front step - a man and two women. The man seems crusty / alternative, and at least one of the women is a goth. They are quite friendly. I lean on the man's lap while talking to him. I say that I have always intended to get a tattoo. I fear that this makes me appear young and inexperienced. Anyone afraid of getting a tattoo might say this. One of the women says I am 'fanilla' but she means 'vanilla' - I am not alternative enough. They are all good natured though.

The man asks for my Instagram. I cannot get my phone to work - I eventually do and we become friends on Instagram.

The Man-Thing Double Page Spread in The Telegraph (night of 01/12/2025)

 The last part of a Man-Thing comic strip. A double page spread in The Telegraph newspaper. The page shows a landscape of dark green trees. I enthuse over this with Luke "Look! There is even a hill with trees on, and a man walking a dog through it!". This strikes me as being quintessentially Stuart-esque.

Something to do with a kitchen? Luke's girlfriend, Sinead? Hooded figures in the comic strip?

I discover I am in the landscape portrayed by the comic strip. I am very excited to be in a landscape that is very 'me'. I see a man cycling along the path with the trees - this seems on top of a small hillock. Below the hill - and seemingly built in the side of the hill - is some kind of church. Damp green grass. Pillars denoting an entrance to the vaults.

Everything is mysterious - if mystery is adjacent to a sense of cosiness.

The following may be an earlier (later?) part of the dream - or it may be a separate dream entirely. However... I am trying to find a seat on a plane, but all the seats are filled. Men asleep. There is a section reserved for Jewish people. I am not allowed to take a seat here.

An unhelpful line in my dream diary states "I am done with working here!" - what part of the dream this relates to I now have no idea.

Rescuing Pigs (night of 28/11/2025)

 I am a passenger in a car being driven by Mum. As we are about to drive away, two small pig run up to the front of the car. They are terrified. It is important to save these tiny pigs. I open the door to let them in. They are in my lap. One of the pigs is pregnant.

Women Lock Themselves In My Room (night of 28/11/2025)

 A group of young women have locked themselves in my room. This is a good natured practical joke. I am stood outside the locked door of my room. I decide I will put my own key in the lock to stop them getting out - another good natured practical joke. The lock is at the bottom of the door. I put my key in so they cannot put their own key in.

To my right is another room. On the wall is done kind of inspirational quotes on a poster that says something like 'if you think your life is bad, imagine being in the world of Blake's Seven'

Pub Gig With Floor Drain (night of 28/11/2025)

 In a small pub in Worcester, near the main bridge. The pub holds gigs. The floor is sloped and I nearly slip down into a drain on the floor, but an saved by a rough builder type. Trying to explain what happened to someone - trying to explain where the pub is. Is the pub called The Pig and Firkin? Is Emily in the dream?

Watkins Books (night of 27/11/2025)

 I am in Watkins Books deciding what to buy - a book on the tarot? A book on feminine mysticism? It is hard to decide. I do not want to buy the wrong book. One of the books is square shaped. There are two young men working there. One goes in front of the books I want to look at. I do not want my book choice to make me appear like I do not know what I am talking about.

A Jovial Darth Vader (evening of 21/11/2025)

 I am, somehow, friends with Darth Vader. He is joking with me about The Emperor, how he prefers the old version. The Emperor changes from tine to time. Instead of a figure, The Emperor is done kind of giant face at the end of a corridor, rather like Zoltar's boss in Battle of the Planets. I am working for them, though neither seems particularly evil. I am in the Death Star, walking down a corridor. I may just have been into The Emperor's room. Darth Vader calls back to me to enjoy my holidays, as I have deserved it as I gave worked so hard.

Overheard Work Conversation (night of 18/11/2025)

 I am heading back into the call centre and walking through the warehouse. I hear Kady talking to Zoe, of how moving in with her boyfriend Rio is going well (Is there something to do with her mother, and a tine frame of 3 - 4 months?) For once, I am not jk ealoys at my lack of relationship success, but visualise an explosion in space instead. I do this in conjunction with throwing my plastic cup of coffee from hand to hand. Am I visualising an explosion of a meteor? I do this all as a form of positive visualisation. I change the colour of the explosion from yellow to white - like a moon exploding.

Waiting for Delia (night of 20/11/2025)

 I am at a train station waiting to meet Delia for the first time. Someone else is with me. I am nervous. The train station reminds me of Brighton station. I watch people get off the trains. An Asian woman - is this her? I know she said her ancestors were Phillipino. No, this is not her. There is a feeling that this has all got out of hand.

A Pint of Medusa (night of 17/11/2025)

 I am in a town I do not know in waking life. We go to a pub - the bar area looks like it is outside. I decide to go for a pint of beer called a Medusa - this is 7%. Some concerns about being too drunk. The batman asks me if I want a short. I decline.

We sit down at a table with others, including Caroline, my uncle:s wife from 40 years ago. I ask her how old she is so I'm and then say that me and the other person are closer to her age than we are to the others.

Flicking through a comic strip I have written of when I went to see Death In June. Pencil drawings of Douglas P inked in. I prefer the original pencil drawing.

The Fixer (night of 15/11/2025)

 I am with Em, at some sort of heavy metal festival  looking across a grassy path. A group of metallers before a stage. A busy but friendly atmosphere. I come across a marquee in which there is a record stall. There is a sign that says 'lots of bargains!'. I flip through the records but cannot find anything interesting. I do come across an And Also The Trees bootleg of their early songs - I am unsure if it is a live recording or not. Do I want an And Also The Trees bootleg anyway! I see that there are two songs I have not heard before - I think one of them is called 'The Fixer'. The cover is grotesque - different images - square shaped - forming a kind of collage. There are people sucking grotesque cocks. It is meant to be shocking. I am reassured to know though that the cocks in the images are models made of plasticine.

I am in the hallway of a house comprised of different flats. The hallway is large - wooden interiors? I am there with Beth and two other people. This is the first time we have talked since splitting up four years ago. She says we have both changed, saying that we were a lot more 'fronty' then - this is some reference to her hair, which has changed; shorter, and sticks up more at the front.

I am in a room removing clothes from boxes / piles of magazines. I am thinking of writing an essay about 'lesbian feminism' (?) A feeling of glee. Am I qualified to write about lesbian feminism though?

Though the above three segments seem like they came from different dreams - and may well have done - when I woke they all seemed to come from. The same dream so have written them up as such here.

The Darkroom (night of 13/11/2025)

 In a photography darkroom. I want to take a photo of my shadow or image against a grey wall. This will be interesting - to see all the details. Strange lights shining on the grey wall.

Romantic Explanations (night of 12/11/2025)

 I am explaining to people at work what everyone looks for in a partner - someone you fancy and that you are compatible with -  ' there would be no point if they lived in Scotland'. Cat and Stu agree with me. An image of a street, and a flock of birds, like seagulls. 

Fragments (night of 09/11/2025)

1) Talking with Joe Bird in the street - maybe with someone else. I ask him how Sophie, his girlfriend is. Either Joe or the other person, tells me she died last week. Shock. Should I have know?

2) Trying to clean ink of the carpet. 

3) Something to doi with the numbers 34 and 37 - perhaps these are peoples' ages?

Newsagent Narcotics (night 03/11/2025)

 A local shop is selling psychedelic opiates. A chilled out older hippy runs it along with another man. There is a very relaxed feeling in this newsagent of narcotics. I do not want to buy any drugs. A line of pills is £15. I give the man a tenner for two strips - slightly different looking pills. The drugs are promised to give me a chilled out time.

Back at a flat I share with another man - maybe Mark? I cannot find the pills in my pocket. There is some concerns over this, but I managed to find them again. 

Violet-Blue Sex (night of 3/11/2025)

 I am with a woman I am seeing. She wants to have sex with me before she joins the navy (?). A skyscraper - night sky - violet-blue. Couplings in the dark. She wants to have sex in the countryside. An image of a summer's day, green fields - perhaps this is at a golf club? She wants to do this now. I suggest tomorrow. I am worried about the entrance fee - then realise there is nothing to worry about 

(Possibly in this dream) A discussion about a children's book. How the climax came too early - something to do with the main character hearing voices.

Aunt Mary? Mark?

Witch- Woman in the Living Room (night of 3/11/2025)

 The witch- woman is waiting for me in the living room. She will teach me magic if I kneel before her and kiss her feet. I hurry to the living room. She is not there. This does not matter if I go through the act of kissing her feet. There is a larger space than waking life between the sofa and washing machine.

Buried Cathedral (night of 02/11/2025)

 I am walking down the stairs in some kind of educational building / college. I go to the bottom level, and discover it is some kind of gym. I am momentarily alarmed - there is nothing here for me. I become concerned that people will see me in a section that is not meant for me. I am aware of people walking close behind me.

I see an entrance to the outside. Perhaps I can get back to my usual levels this way? I go outside. Grey skies. I am in the grounds of some kind of burial site for a cathedral or huge chapel. Grassy slopes. I cannot see a way back up to the other levels.

I am joined by a man whom I want to ask if his name is Matthew Copley or Copsley. Somewhere in these grounds is something of joyful supernatural mystery. I look down from a path and into a field. I see as woman down there, her skin a bronze colour, walk under a tree.

The pathway we are on leads into some of the remnants of the chapel / cathedral. A group of teenagers on bikes ride out and say something about the heart of the mystery, how it will keep us warm. I am eager to investigate this.

Somehow I get distracted by a gift shop on the site. Many areas of the gift shop are chained off. I see red ledgers in these chained off sections. There appears to be books for sale. I pick up a hardback copy of a white book called 'Three Chord Thrash'. It is the autobiography of someone who sued to drum for anarcho punk bands back in the 1980s, but then went on to play for The Dandy Warhols.

Rodrick (?) is there as well. He has found a book that looks similar but is called 'Amnesiac'

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Skulls (night of 31/10/2025)

 Skulls painted white. Sone kind of display on a wall - centuries old - possibly a church or vault? Trying to take a photo of them. With someone else?

Bone Flat (night of 27/10/2025)

 I am in a flat, in a large open plan Brighton room. There are huge dinosaur bones stretching out from the walls, all painted white. It looks like some kind of art installation. A huge spine stretches over me. Near the wall are a cluster of human skulls. I cannot believe I am living in a flat with actual dinosaur bones.

There is an alcove high up in the wall, a curved rectangular space. I think of throwing something up into this space.

There are two other people with me. They go to another room - to have sex? I am momentarily jealous.

I am drinking. I have had one beer. I think about having another.

I am in another large room in the flat - reminiscent of Malta? There is a sudden feeling if deja-vu, of donething about to reveal itself. I feel suddenly spooked.

Outside In a town centre. The actor Jon Pertwee walks towards me looking unhappy. He is some part of convention or celebration. Another man is with him. He has the figure of Bok from the story The Daemons attached to his chest.

Etouile (night of 26/10/2025)

I am at the Evening Star with Em.

I go to order a pint. Despite being at the bar first, the barmaid serves another man before me. He is unpleasant and aggressive and berates me "she chose to serve me first!". I tell him to take a step back 

I want a pint of ale called 'Remembrance' but they don't have any. I settle for a pint of 'Swells' instead - a candy sugary flavour that is 7%. I am slightly concerned at this as I do need to be back at work.

I go into another room with Em. There are members of a band there - they seem slightly gypsy-like. The band are in another room. I catch glimpses of strange paintings on the walls  a cat, somehow connected to the band, walks out of this room. The cat looks strange, slightly exotic.

To my horror I see a strange insect crawling on the cat's back. This horrible insect then crawls up the back of a female patron.

The insect on the cat upsets me, and I start crying that no-one cares about the cat, even though I find the cat slightly sinister.

The band members themselves are strange. I try to get Em interested in the band, asking her if she thinks the band seem as if they have engaged in sone kind of magical ceremony. Em is not interested in this, and dismisses the question. This makes me cross, and I sarcastically ask her if she still watches EastEnders. This backfires, and she begins to tell me her detailed opinion on the latest plotlines.

I meet one of the band members, a young woman. She tells me they have just got back from Europe 'but the tour is still continuing' - it seems the band have come back and the tour is still going on without them.

The woman shows me her phone - images of the band members as Lego avatars. She asks me which of the band members I would fancy based on their Lego counterparts. This seems like fun, I think. I see the word 'Etouie' on her phone, and take this to be the name of the band. I try and think of a way to ask her if the band has taken part in some kind of magical ritual. 

I return to the room where Em is. She is sat on a sofa under a blanket trying to read. The aggressive man is there, annoying her by prodding her with a vacuum. Em falls to the floor coughing out dust. I confront the man in a fury.

Beeston (night of 24/10/2025)

 A house next door to my parents. The house seems reminiscent of my grandparents house in Stone. There has been some trouble with next door's dog. The neighbour has said that if the dog pokes it's head through the gap in the wAll then that will be up to him. The dog pokes it's head through a gap in the brick wall. The dog - quite a small one - does not look dangerous. It looks friendly. I know the dog:s name is Beeston. The dog somehow manages to fit through the gap in the wall and is now in our driveway. Somehow I manage to get the dog affixed to some kind of makeshift lead. I must return the dog to next door - imagine how pleased the man will be! I set off down the long drive with the dog. There is some kind of floodwater the dog runs into. To my horror I realise the end of the lead is empty - the dog has escaped! I must find the dog!

I look up to the other side of the house. Beeston is barking and playing with other dogs. I shout out his name. Beeston ignores me and disappears with the other dogs. I chase after him calling his name.

An image of the man next door, sitting eating dinner. He does not realise his dog has gone.

Along a small outside pathway. Mum is there. She is comforting me about the loss of the dog.

Shit And Slugs (night of 23/10/2025)

 A toilet bowl. I am horrified to see it is covered in globs of shit. I look again. I am even more horrified to see there are what looks like slugs amongst the shit, feelers twitching. I try to flush the shit and slugs away, to no avail. A black man's voice says that the diet of the man who has shit this is not good.

Bookended by Phonecalls (night of 23/10/2025)

 I am back in Ickenham walking up Nettleton Road at the back of Woodstock Drive. I want to see my old house - a feeling of renovations?

I need a piss - but where? I decide to catch the bus to Uxbridge which will be the quickest way to find a toilet. Am I on the phone to Em?

A busy interior - a bookshop or a hotel  I look from one room into another that is full of books  a dog appears in the air  it feels as if I am thinking the dog into existence. It is a small / medium dog with light coloured fur. The dog is friendly and absolutely lovely. It changes - briefly - into a kind of sausage dog. I like the dog's original form better and it changes back. A man says to me that the dog 'is lucky to have found you'.

Talking with a woman. A close relative of hers has gone missing. I search for the right things to say, then remember that I have known people who have gone missing too. One of them is Toni who I used to work with.

I am walking along a path overlooking a canal while talking on the phone to Alice. I head down the slope onto the towpath. This necessitates me walking back towards a small bridge. An autumnal wintry day. I slip over on the muddy ground. I look toward the bridge - the path is very muddy and slopes alarmingly near the bridge. To get to the bridge I will need to traverse this. I will end up slipping into the water if I do so. There is some connection to the word / name 'batman'. I am also taking to Alice on the phone. I tell her about the slippy path and I will be have to t ok go back. She says she 'had a feeling this would happen'.

Despite the dream having many different sections, when I woke there was a feeling if had all been part of the same dream, so I have wrote it up here as such.

Whirlpools In The Thames (night of 21/10/2025)

On some kind of lock gate by thje Thames - the water below might lead to soem kind oif culvert. A powerful whirlpool, or whirlpools, form in the water. I think about falling into it. I am concerned by the whirlpool but also fascinated by it. The lock gate swinging open? I am with other people.

I remember more about this dream, but stupidly, did not write down the details of the dream when I woke in the night.

Old English Estate (night of 20/10/2025)

Houses in the English countryside.

At work - though the work place seems to be in some kind of marketplace within the house, owned  by the CEO Nick Grey. Is it some kind of market stall? Dark wood interior. He is thinking of selling the business. Will we lose our jobs? I am initially worried by this, but then think I will be able to get another job - talking with Chloe about this?

Ed Rupenthall? There is also a blonde (?) woman here - a kind of 'elder cousin' type? I ama ware I am quite attracted to her.

Outside. There is some kind of open garage in the grounds of a house. There is a man in there. Blue coverings moving. Not sure the man has noticed. I prod at the moving blue covering with a pole. A small child runs out back to her family, who may be having a barbeque in their garden. I call to the man tjhat there is nothing to worry about - it is just a child.

Walking with a woman (the blonde woman from above?) through a kind of hollow in the countryside. Green grass. Grey skies. We come to a kind of gateway to another section, that she suggests that I must map.

She skips along - either her or I say 'the very definition of Grace's.

I am initially angry that Nick was going to charge an entrance fee to this section. I am concerned I will not be able to jump up onto this section.

Mum dropping me off. I have lost a boot. It must be here somewhere - or has it been taken away?

There is  a pleasing mysterious aspect to this dream.

More New People At Work (night of 18/10/2025)

 At work. A lot of new people have joined. The call centre is dark, autumnal. There are cakes to welcome the new people. Sat next to one of the new people. I feel I should welcome him. I feel awkward.

The Quilt At Night (night of 17/10/2025)

My room. The quilt is on the floor, piled up and massive, like something supernatural. I am upset and depressed.

Stone Tiger (night of 12/10/2025)

 I am walking by a roundabout. To my left are hazy trees - a green darkness between the boughs of this edgeland wood. Thinking is this some kind of zombie film? Figures move between the trees. They become clearer as I draw near. There is no fear here, just a deep sense of mystery.

I must take refuge in a room, there is a tiger outside. The feel of a desert place. I shut the door against the tiger outside. Only the bottom half closes - am I safe from the tiger here?

In a room with Mum and Dad. The feel of the kitchen in the second flat in Malta. Dad does not see me? Some discussion about the tiger?

I see from my dream journal, my notes are headed 'stone tiger', hence the title of this dream.

Jon Freezes Still - a near-lucid dream (lunchtime of 11/10/2025)

 I am at work in the call centre talking to Jon. Other people are about. I am worried that Jon wants to speak to me about something I have done wrong - but then think maybe he has an opportunity. I realise I am dreaming. Jon freezes still. I go out of the call centre into the warehouse room and fly up onto the mezzanine, landing before Jot. This dream did not feel truly lucid - in some ways not quite a dream - but the kind of thinking you get just before sleep. The dream seemed to lack the vividness of dreams.

The First Test of the Tangled Trees (night of 08/10/2025)

 I am with Karen on the edges of a wooded hill. A line of trees on the edges of the hill. A welcoming darkness beneath. There is a resonant air of autumnal mystery. 

Does Karen have to go somewhere briefly? Do we usually have to look after a child that is not with us today? I picture myself waiting for her, stood just under those trees. The feeling of a body of water - does the hill front some kind of lake?

She comes with me instead.

I look up into the trees. I see a black man and woman with a child walk along a path. They are not interested in us and continue walking by.

We clamber up a slope of roots. This is some kind of game, to be taken lightheartedly. Karen falls amongst the roots. I say to her "...Karen stumbles at the first test of the Tangled Trees!"

Now A Supermarket - A Woodstock Drive dream (night of 08/10/2025))

 I am walking up Woodstock Drive, thinking when was the last time I was here? Surely not a year ago? It feels I have visited more recently.

I look up and see our old house - 'there it is!'. I see a man locking next doors garage. I am initially disappointed, hoping he in is the current resident of our old house - but then I see him go to lock the garage of our old house. This is obviously a neighbours thing - making sure the garages are locked.

I am now stood on the site of 33 Woodstock Drive. I am with Em. The house has now been replaced with a supermarket. I am stood inside a large entrance hall that contains a stairway. The interior of the supermarket is behind us.

I look out of the huge window onto Woodstock Adrive - where our living room used to be. The view outside is the same. I can see Nicola's old house opposite - a feeling of dusk? I marvel at the fact I am stood in the same space as our old house 

I am vaguely aware I am dreaming.

Em goes into the supermarket proper behind us. I tell her I will continue on and see what the dream has to offer. I walk up the stairs and say in a portentous voice "I call upon the dream architecture!".

I come to the entrance to a room. It is a large Edwardian sitting room - furniture, tables, a sofa in the distance on which a woman is sat. I am looking forward to talking to her.

There is another woman here - possibly a cat? I look at her - hard face is lined and 'middle-aged old'. There is a feeling I have created her being 'old' - I would prefer her to be younger. I did not control my dream-thoughts enough.

The Back Stairs (night of 06/10/2025)

 The back stairs in some office building. Night-time. We go the back stairs to vape and smoke. A slightly haunted atmosphere.

Walking along a deserted top corridor, full of rooms and machines? Vaguely aware this is the haunted top corridor I used to dream of a lot.

On a level I am not meant to be on - people from other departments. They head into a meeting and I should leave. I go to the back stairs, but take the wrong exit. I have taken the wrong exit before.

Three Fragments (night of 06/10/2025)

 1. Writing down my dreams in the dream journal. Realise I have written the dream down on the previous page - this will cause confusion. At least I have written it down though.

2. An old house I live in. Looking up at where my room is from the one below. Bits of floorboards and the ceiling crumbling. I think 'my room is just up there.

3. An outdoor barbeque at night. Dark blue-hour skies. People on benches. Dad is talking to his cousin Damien.

All I Want Is A Shit (night of 06/10/2025)

 Thinking how absurd it was that I used to be sobu happy being single when I had plenty of opportunities. An image of grey, cold days. What was I doing back then? - Hanging around with Jen, a beautiful attractive woman! I compare this to now - the same! Plenty of opportunities but complaining there are none!

In a large bathroom at work. Stu and Cat are there. The toilet is not in a stall and is just there in the bathroom. I want a shit, and though it is normal the toilet is not obscured, it makes me uneasy taking a shit on front of others. Cat starts to complain to me about something. I tell her to shut up - "All I want is a shit!". Cat says 'thank you!" In a sarcastic, aggressive tone of voice.

Plane Flight Above Stone (night of 06/10/2025)

 In a light plane as a passenger flying over Stone in Worcestershire. Farm landscapes below me - fields and patches of trees. Seen almost as a kind of black and white map. I think I would want to walk there on the ground, but would be afraid of walking unauthorised on farmers land. I notice how different it looks from above. There is a section of the map / landscape in the distance that reminds me of a car park

The plane lands in a Suburban street. I am stood at the roadside. Have I done this before?

Angry Customer at the Call Centre (night of 4/10/25)

 I take a call at work. A man wishes to order a vacuum cleaner. I need to call him back for some reason. When I call back the customer is angry and suspicious, and die not know why we have to go through it all again.

Trying To Unlock The Women's Toilets (night of 02/10/2025)

 Public toilets. The women's is locked. I need to open them for some reason. The public toilets are also model-sized. I can hold them in my hands. I think of sticking a knitting needle in the licking mechanism to open them. Someone else is with me.

Call-Centre Meeting (night of 30/09/2025)

At work, even though I am on holiday. Is the call centre now on a boat?  Dark wood panelling. Serious looking men in suits. Some kind of business celebration but the call centre workers are worried about their jobs. Jot call a meeting - presumably to set out minds at rest. I wonder if I am allowed to go, as I am on holiday. Walking through a  door with other people.
An image of the River Severn, dark trees in the distance, down by Diglis.

Birmingham City Walk - a lucid dream (night of 29/09/2025)

 I realize I am dreaming. This feels more like a dream of lucid dreaming, than actual lucid dreaming, but getting there. When I realize I am dreaming, I decide to see how long I can keep the awareness of the dream going. I am in a city in the day - I think it is Birmingham. I walk the busy city streets looking at people. Some kind of glitch in the dream, making me feel I am awakening, but I do not. I continue walking. I walk up some steps. I am surprised to learn that I am slightly out of breath - I can feel physical exertion. This pleases me. My body feels real. My post-dream notes say 'should I go to Woodstock Drive?'. I can't remember this now, so maybe I was thinking about it in my dream.

Flat Haunted By A Rose Bush (night of 29/09/2025)

I am in a flat - atmospheric - dark wood. Pleasant. I am in the toilet, and see in the window opposite, rose bushes fluttering in the wind against the glass. With other people on the landing, possibly Jon from work There is some kind of discussion over whether or not the flat is haunted - connected with the rose bush fluttering against the window. I exaggerate the effects of the rose bush, and feel slightly guilty doing so, but I want the flat to be haunted. Jon agrees with me about the rose-bush. The flat might be haunted after all.

(Later) I am talking with Heather at a bus-stop. I explain how exorcism is a bad idea; 'imagine if you are living in a house and someone attacks you with a hammer - you would attack them back'

Agent On A Boat (night of 29/09/2025)

I am some kind of agent, working for an organisation like the FBI. I am involved in some kind of investigation on a boat - the boat is like a huge cruise ship, though with a lot of dark wood. I am in pursuit of a drug-runner.
Entering into some kind of hold in the ship. A lot of other people about. Something dark comes at me - like a shadow, but it is some kind of illusion and I am unbothered.
I have found the person I am after, and am sat at a table with him. He is silent - somewhat sulky. Though he is a drug runner, I am concerned that he makes the most of his time in prison - I ask him what he will spend his time in prison doing. He ignores me. Alice says something about 'I haven't been in this room since people-' unfortunately I cannot read the next word in my post-dream notes.
With Alice. On the edge of a shower / bath kind of thing - the drop into the bath / shower is quite deep - maybe something like a swimming pool shower? Alice is walking around the edges of it. I am near the edge. I slide along the slippery surface - the way that you might slide along the ice when I was a kid. The sliding makes the surface slippier - becoming mud-like in consistency - a green / black kind of mud?
I am winding Alice up about falling into the pit, albeit in a light hearted way. I am a bit concerned we will fall, but then see the drop is not too deep, and isn't really a problem.

A Holiday In Malta (night of 27/09/2025)

 I am on holiday in Malta, unsure if with friends or family. I need to return to the flat we have rented. The key in my hand. Walking up steps to get to the flat. The flats - like holiday villas - are all in a long row.

I go to the bathroom but when I look out of the bathroom, down a long corridor, I can see other people returning to their own flats. A man with a moustache. How can I use the bathroom in privacy? I realise there is a curtain I can draw.

At some point I have put my foot in black mud. Leaving black mud in the flat. On the stair landing inside the flat, I see that the black mud has attracted loads of flies. I look closer and realise they are tiny lizards eating the mud.

I walk to the conservatory area at the front of the flat. On the glass window I see a strange slow moving insect. I realise that if I move to the balcony area I can shut the door and the insect will be on the other side. I do so and move to the balcony area. I watch the insect from the other side of the glass.

My sister is possibly here.

Outside on a city street. Walking up steps. A number of black crows fly down around me. I say - to presumably Alice 'Look! Maltese crows!'

The House That Cannot Be Let (night of 26/09/2025)

 With Gemma and other people. There is estate agent showing us all to a terraced house. She says the house is not yet sold or let - she can't understand why as it is quite cosy looking. Pethaps it is because it is empty - no-one is living there. Something is wrong.

We enter the house - it still has furniture etc  I look through an internal window. I see a chair in a darkened room, up against the wall. I say to the others 'look! Someone is sitting in it!'. Someone calls me out on my bullshit.

We are now in the garden of the house. It is a long garden, a concrete path running through the s has ort grass. Someone says something about the previous owners. I reply, saying something about how the old owners must have 'aged decades' trying to walk the length of the very long garden.

On the left of the garden is the back wall of another house. We have reached the last part of the garden. I think there is always this odd space at the end of all gardens that no-one comes to. I imagine - briefly - what it would be like to play here as a child.

A small tree, a watering can, paving stones set in small paths - maybe a shed to the right?

Next, I am walking alone up the corner of Battenhall Road at night. I am rushing to get up to London Road  I look to my left into what seems to be the small grounds of a school. I see two people there walking towards me. They have the feeling of dog walkers. This momentarily concerns me. I realise they are ages away, and I have nothing to worry about as long as I get as move on on.

Threatening The Ticklers (night of 25/05/2025)

 I am at work in the call centre. Everyone is going to tickle me. I hate being tickled. I grab a Yorkie chocolate bar and smash it against the wall where it smashes like a bottle. I warn everyone I will kill them if they touch me. I am not being serious but everyone leaves me alone.

I walk out to go to the shops. I walk down a corridor to another room - it seems more a house than a call centre. I hear Cat saying to everyone 'he said he was going to kill me yesterday!' I am angry at being gossiped about this way.

I head back to the room to confront Cat, but before I do, I enter another room. There is a bed in the centre of the room. A man and a woman are there, taking their belongings out of their bags. They are two of the new employees.

I go back to the call centre and say to Cat 'I can hear you all the way down to the other room!'. I am stood at the door to the call centre talking to Cat and one of the other new starters. I say 'lets make sure this is a nice place to work for everyone!' Cat and the new starter agree with what I say.

I leave to go to the shops again. I walk down the corridor, and see, over a low bannister, three of the new starters. One of them, a long haired student type, says a rhyme to me, something about making a god. I go back - should I be friendly and ask if they want anything from the shop? The new starter who said the rhyme is pretending to look at a noticeboard. I start to say something about the rhyme but can't quite remember what it was. They look at me blankly. 'Which one of you said that thing to me about a god?' They all shake their heads, teasing me.

Fantastic Journey TV Episode (night of 24/09/2025)

 Watching an episode of a TV show, possibly called Fantastic Journey - this has nothing to do with the actual TV show of the same name from the 1970s. As well as watching the TV show, I am also experiencing it as real - though vaguely aware it is also a TV show. Confusing narrative drifts.

A group of people - headed by an older masculine man, reminiscent of 1970s TV / action film characters. They / we enter a building. The building has a portal to another dimension in it. Some kind of futuristic car lies hidden beneath sheeting. The car is revealed - it does not look that futuristic though - kind of orange in colour - a bit Starsky and Hutch-esque. I know the car will have lots of buttons on the interior which will be used in our fantastic interdimensional adventures.

A room in the building - kind of a hallway corridor - empty of things. This may lead to the portal? The man says something about how this is different from last time.

Some connection to a flooded watery landscape. Huge rocks - rectangular blocks sticking out of the water. This landscape feels VERY familiar. Has this happened before? Something huge passing through the sky.

A car chase through a village at night. A slippy road. I am an observer here. I know that the car will crash because this always happens in TV shows like this.

Some kind of old looking university campus. Students in gowns walking around a square. One of them is Charlie, looking very unhappy. Something to do with her boyfriend. My viewpoint drifts around the square. I am there but also watching it on TV.

Speaking about this with Gail from work -calling her 'Gee-bo' or 'Gaybo' - some kind of dream nickname. Bounding up a set of steps in a flat to talk to Gee-bo. Should we phone Charlie and tell her we have seen her on TV looking unhappy?

Back in the building. The man is in the car  I look through an interior window, through an empty room, through another window into another room. There are what seem to be plants in this room that start to bubble into spheres. 'Look!' I shout to the man and to whoever will listen. 

These bubbling spheres will somehow enable us to take the car to have adventures in this other dimension.

Zombie Invasion (night of 23/09/2025)

There is a zombie invasion. I am in some kind of hospital with Emily. We are armed only with brooms. The zombies, it is said, have some kind of allergy to chairs. There has been a trap set up on one of the stairs. I am on the other side of the stair-trap. I see a zombie come along, but the trap does not work and he pulls off the chair.

I am with Emily in a flat that is in the same building as Andy's old flat in Hove. Looking out of the window. We are safe here. I am speaking to Andy on the phone - he is heading up north to his parents and says 'It looks like I will be seeing a lot of them in the future'. At least the flat is barricaded.

I am worried that Andy and Emily will get together. He tells me that they met while swimming.

Angus Scrimm is Angry with Me (night of 23/09/2025)

In the paper there is a story about people being involved or killed in a car crash - a man and a woman. They are somehow conencted to the actor Angus Scrimm, who played The Tall Man in the Phantasm series of films. I ring Angus Scrimm to talk to him about this - his phone number is on his Facebook page. Angus Scrimm is very angry with me and hangs up. I feel very regretful and call him back to apologise but he does not answer.

An image of a roundabout at night - the island of the roundabout is covered with small objects. The master has left these objects as gifts for his girlfriend.

The Horror At Wet Hook (night of 16/09/2025)

 I am at work. I take two boxes, full of old comics to put somewhere safe. I think I leave them at the end of the huge room where the old call centre was.

Later, I go looking for them, but I cannot remember where I left them. As I walk down the side of the old call centre I look up and see a man look at me. He says 'you're not one of the people I trained'. I wonder if I should say hello, but decide to ignore him and walk to the other side.

The old call centre is now a warehouse. Different levels. I see a girl jump down from a level above to the level I am on.

There are lots of new people who have just been trained to work in the warehouse. I think that Saturday's and Sundays used to be so quiet.

I continue looking for my comics - this now has a greater impetus as there are more people in than expected. Are they in the admin office? They must be!

When I enter the admin office I seem to forget about the comics. Instead I gave a few copies of a fanzine in my hands. One of them had a poem by Paige in it called 'The Horror At Wet Hook'. I hand a copy to Kafy, and also Gemma, and Paige herself who has joined me. I explain that the fanzine has a poem by Paige in it, and wonder if I should read a few lines of it to get everyone interested in it. After all, it is hard to get people excited by poetry.

I say that Gemma's husband (partner in real life) photocopied them. This raises a knowing laugh. What gave I said? Is it because I referred to her partner as her husband? I think it is because Gemma's  husband is a bit dodgy and has probably photocopied them illegally.

Angry With Phil Collins (night of 16/09/2025)

 Something to do with a review I am studying in a magazine. Phil Collins is angry with my conclusion. I am angry with him for swearing at me. This is not acceptable.

Prisoner Cell Block H Episode (afternoon of 14/09/2025)

 An episode of Prisoner Cell Block H. There is some kind of attempt to break out of the cells, sawing through the bars with a saw. This must be done before the other prisoners return from recreation. They stop - it is too late. I am confused - the other prisoners have not returned - why don't they continue?

I am surprised to see the character Myra - I didn't think she was in an episode with another character - I thought they had never met 

Dining Room Spider (night of 13/09/2025)

 I want my copy of the novelisation of Lucio Fulci's The Beyond. It is in a large dresser in the dining room - it appears to be the dining room of Woodstock Drive. In the dining room is a large spider my sister has bought. I am in the room with Mum and Dad, possibly Alice and some young men.

I am outside running into the house with Nicola, my old girlfriend from when I was 14. I am giving her a piggyback. I am holding her sweaty hand.

Where is the spider? It is on the wall with another spider my sister has bought. The larger spider falls onto a table or bed, on its back. Though I am afraid of it, I am concerned the spider may hurt itself.

Looking out of the window. On the windowsill, a movement. Is it a crow? I look again - or is it a lizard? I am excited by this crow / lizard. I call out 'crow!' to Alice. Eventually, she goes outside to look, and confirms it as a lizard. She is not as excited by the crow / lizard as I am.

Back in Andy's Old Flat (night of 11/08/2025)

I am in Andy's old flat, trying to sleep on the floor. Andy is in the bathroom. Light from under the door. He says to me, from the bathroom, we might as well accept we are living together again. He says something about Joe's old place smelling like some 'half eaten pet shop'.

Standing up in the dark room, thinking how strange that Andy has moved back here. Strange noises and shadows stretching by the door.

Super-Mannequins TV Episode (night of 11/09/2025)

 An episode of an old TV show. Two characters - some kind of super powered mannequins. One good, one bad. They run and move in an odd fashion, bumping into each other. Seems to be set in the grounds of Abbots field School. The mannequins start flying by walking into the sky. I find this pleasingly absurd.

I come across Em and Andy in some kind of hut. It seems they are attracted to each other. I am jealous.

The Fairy Door (night of 09/09/2025)

 With Dad? Steve B? I am a passenger in a car. I tell the driver to turn down The Drive in Ickenham. Outside the window is black. Headlights do not pierce the night. The road peters out. Mud and grass verges - blocks of stone. Some kind of roadworks?

An archaeological dog - with Dad again? Certainly Alice amongst other people. A square door with carvings on at the bottom of sloping grass. This is some kind of Fae artefact. There is a plaque to the left of the slope that says 'With a cast of cross-dressing Dads, and members of the modern Fairy society...'  Other words In do not remember. As I jump down the grass, Alice blows some kind of powder over me. I think I hear the sound of bells. I think aren't bells connected with fairy folklore?

Was the excavation in an earlier part of the dream in some kind of cellar?

Passing by a cottage I used to go to family holidays on. Extra extensions built on the cottage? The feel of Findhorn? Then just the space and no cottage. Marvelling at the fact this is the space I used to sleep in as a child.

With Alice on a long summer project - connected to some outdoor stove building? A man turns up who is sexually interested in Alice. I am jealous no-one is interested in me.

An image of myself skipping through grass towards some overgrown bushes 

Dinosaur Footprints in Stone (night of 07/09/2025)

 I am on the road up to Stone church. There are huge dinosaur footprints on the grass verge, filled with water. This is some kind of practical joke. I am trying to take photographs of the footprints, trying to focus the camera. There is a family by a river. There is a building here too that is 'open'. (I wrote these notes when I woke from the dream - I cannot remember this section of the dream now)

I show my parents the footprints. There is a huge ship, the HMS Destroyer. The ship will leave from Stone - what time does it leave though?

Jealousy In Brighton (night of 08/09/2025)

 I am in Brighton with Charlie and another man - possibly Gareth, he real life boyfriend. I am in a bad mood, and feel jealous and ignored. It is nighttime, a cosy wintry darkness.

I am in the book section of a charity shop. There is a book of old ghost stories, beautiful illustrations in full colour. There is some kind of plastic sleeve on each page, causing the pages to crinkle. This puts me off buying it. The woman I am with feels the same.

A room with lots of other people. One of them is a woman I went to Langley College with 31 years ago. I think it is odd I have known her for 31 years - but then I think I don't really know her that well. 

Charlie needs to take a bath - I need to leave. Light under the door from the bathroom. An image of Charlie in some kind of nightie. A large room dominated by some kind of gargantuan dresser. The surface has small cube-shaped spaces. I think if I lived here in this house it would immediately turn messy. An image of putting something in the cube space - perhaps a piece of paper?

Talking to Flick about the charity shops on Brighton. I refer to one as 'The Sydney's - a colloquial name. I say it is good but a bit overpriced.

Outside again with Charlie and the possible-Gareth. I want to communicate with Charlie I am jealous and unhappy - I am not sure I am jealous and unhappy because of their relationship - but because I do not have one. I think, what would be the point of talking to Charlie about this? I have talked to her at length about being terminally single before, but nothing ever changes 

The wintry night is mysterious.

Rachael and Tony's New House (night of 08/09/2025)

 I see from social media that Tony and Rachael, whom I knew from first term in Worcester in 1996, he ave moved into a new house. I see this on the news, or social media.

I walk by their house which seems to be in Stanklyn Lane in Stone. There is an extension lead outside their house. I plug in my own extension lead.

Three children, about 10 years old, on bikes come out - in waking life their children must be adults now. One says ' he's stealing our electricity Dad!'. I say 'it:s just an extension lead' but then Tony is there - I have not seen him for 27 years.

Next I am in the house but where is Rachael? A woman comes into the doorway holding a plate of what looks like mashed bananas. She looks old + I assume this is Rachael but it turns out this is her mother.

New Tarot Issue (night of 08/09/2025)

 I am in WHSmiths. I see in the magazines section a new tarot part work magazine. I thought they had finished? Is it a new part work? I do not want to buy them again - I thought I had finished my collection. I look at the numbering, trying to work out if this is a continuation of the old series, or a new one. The number is something like 64 or 65, indicating that it is a continuation of the old series.

Found Footage Horror Film (night of 01/09/2025)

 A found footage horror film, rumoured to be terrifying. Or is it a Halloween type of spooky house? Approaching the door. Two figures welcome me. I am with someone else. I explain that they are there to increase the tension. I am unimpressed.

A character in the film explains that the house is under invasion from 'shooters' - invaders who get into the house.

Images of dark hallways.

Wilson (afternoon of 01/09/2025)

 I am in what looks to be a communal entrance way on the floor if a block of flats. I am with a man and woman, and a child. It is unclear if the boy, called Wilson, is their son. I am in some kind of capacity as the child's caretaker.

Wilson is about seven years old. He kicks a stone to me. It lands at my fight. Wilson is pushing the boundaries. It is important that Wilson - and I - know which stone is which. We cannot do this as it has landed amongst other stones at my feet.

Wilson runs off to hide around the corner.

Dismantling A Grandfather Clock (night of 29/08/2025)

 Some incidents have necessitated me leaving with a grandfather clock. My uncle Rick and cousin Martha. I dismantle the grandfather clock to make it easier to carry. Will I be able to fit it together again? It fits nicely into a suitcase. It is much easier to carry.

The Jungle Temple Holiday (night of 27/08/2025 - before midnight)

 On some kind of holiday in the jungle. The jungle is outside but also 'inside' at the same time. A huge space, used by tribes to worship a god. This space feels quite 'clear'. This is some kind of holiday centre - a feeling of welcoming between the indigenous people and the holiday makers
Wooden walkways between plants and palm trees. Huge tents and marquees. Everything has the feeling of an 'interior'.
A young woman on holiday with her mother. The daughter is pale, blonde, plump, friendly. Is there some mutual attraction between us?
Wooden tables. Some kind of bar. I want to see the woman again. Men sitting at tables. I want to go into a space in the middle so I can see her again.
I think about the 'god-space' where the temple is - how similar the layout is to Abbey Crescent in Scotland.
I look across the tables and see Aaron whom I used to work with at Telegen nearly 20 years ago. Wooden paths lined with branches and leaves, maybe forming archways? Aaran says he cannot walk these paths because they are lined with iron. I vaguely remember this from Telegen . Tom, also from Telegen, concurs that Aaron cannot walk these paths because of the iron. Aaron says he must go another way - he cannot move past the iron.

Blake's Seven Sequel (night of 26/08/2025)

 Thinking about a sequel to Blake's Seven - only Vila survives. Avon has vanished. Perhaps this sequel will be about Vila's search for Avon?

The Vast Library (night of 26/08/2025)

 Walking up the stairs of a vast and powerful library - many levels, open plan. Should I be here? The interior is dark and reminiscent of Uxbridge library. I see people walking about. I am trying to get to the upper level. What is on the highest level? There is a board telling me what may be found on the different levels. I see on either this level, or the next that there are either horror books or comics. I am relieved. I go the shelves where the section is - brown paper packages holding DVDs? - A man is already there. Another man comes over - to usher me away?

Two Men Who have Fallen Out (night of 25/08/2025)

 Two men have fallen out. They seem to be two sides of the same coin. One man is happy - almost cartoon like, smiling against a dark background.

War In Brighton (night of 24/08/2025)

 The war is here. I am with Suki. Brighton streets of Georgian housing - in some kind of basement flat. A man is here, possiblly middle-Eastern. The sound of bombs outside. I cannot believe the war is here.

Cat Amongst The Ruins (night of 20/08/2025)

 I am in the doorway of a ruined building. It has the feel of some factory site. I am looking out across rubble to another low building. I see a big cat (a cheetah?) stalking through the shadows. I am excited by this. The crows are very loud, disturbed by the presence of the cat.

Cat Giving Birth (night of 29/7/2025)

 I am in a house - possibly my parents house, though there is no waking life resemblance. I am sat by a stairway. Black things drop from the floor above. I see they are kittens, covered in fur but just born. The kittens are fine and in no danger.

There are two cats. The cats are able to talk. One of the cats tells me it has had 22 or 23 kittens 

Finnish Girl (night of 27/07/2025)

 She is from Finland. A short woman with blonde hair. We are outside. Possibly flirtatious, possibly at the edge of the sea. She is lightly flirtatious with me. I kiss her slightly. She seems mildly surprised, though also amused. She says something like 'where did that come from?''.

Watching the television. I am there with Finnish Girl and others. Jim is amongst them. A children's TV show is from - possibly Finnish. It is a children's TV show. The title song is quirky and haunting. I realize that Finnish Girl played the main character when she was a child. I want to say this to her but am unsure. I do not say anything. I want to say that I know she is 'Ninainsauna' (in waking life this is the name of an Instagram account).

Finnish Girl goes to work - this involves walking down a walkway in some kind of industrial zone. Twilight again. A walkway which descends through factories. Something to do with seeds.

I have fallen out with one of the others. While I slept he shot me in the foot. I have no memory of this, until I remember one night I woke up in pain. I am furious. It was meant to be a practical joke on his part. I confront him. He is huge. An overbearing student mass. I shout at him that I promise I will get him one day. He is totally unconcerned with my threats. He is mocking 

Because of this confrontation, I need to leave their house. I collect my things - some of them records. They are scattered in various rooms. I listen at the door - is this HIS room? Yellow light from the room. The sound of someone.

A group of people sat round in a circle. Am I part of the conversation or overhearing? A woman says to another it is a shame I will not be about as I have fallen out with the man who shot me. They are then talking about Finnish Girl. They say that she wanked off Jim one night but now regrets it. One of them says something like 'she definitely belongs to the ladies', meaning she is gay. I am devastated by both pieces of news.

In a train station, looking for my platform. I try to make myself feel better; at least I tried to kiss her. At least I tried. I cannot find my platform. I am outside the train station - the wrong way. The floor is slippy and treacherous 

Not Quite Lucid Dreaming (night of 13/07/2025)

 A house in a city. Are my parents living here? A stairway leads down from the front door into a kitchen area. Dad comes back from sone work night - reminiscent of his RAF days. He is drunk but quite merry.

Waking in my room. Did Dad come back or did I dream it? I cannot tell. What is real? A creepy feeling.

I dream I am lucid dreaming. It does not feel it was a true lucid dream - but getting there. My movements are strange - a sign perhaps I am in a dream? I open the front door and go outside. It is night. A sudden shock - something is there, and then it is not. Something flying, or suspended in the air. Two autumn leaves, joined together like wings. I walk the streets and try to control the dream but am not able to.

On my bed? Playing with a rack of bookmarks that have come into the charity shop my Mum works in. I am pleased by this. I have all these bookmarks! I marvel at the detail of my dream.

Aunts and relatives come in, I cluding my Nan, silent, who died 12 years ago. The actor Jon Pertwee is among them. I hug my Aunt Sarah and she tells me about her medical problems.

The Autumn Bathroom (night of 12/07/2025)

 A room on the ground floor - reminiscent both of Mark's house in Bracknell and 136 London Road. Is this Alistair's old room. The room is empty - untenanted. I think about subletting this room. It has it's own ensuite bathroom. Pleasing autumnal atmosphere to the room and the dream. Muted colours. A sense of comforting decay.

Car Crash (night of 06/07/2025)

 I am in a car with Stuart from work and old schoolfriend Craig (?) who is driving. I am in the back seat. Craig's head lolls. The car goes out of control. I scream at Craig to wake up. Craig regains control. The car crashes.

The car has crashed into a small area behind Hillingdon tube station. I am leaping down some kind of slope. Jumping onto the roof of caravans in some small hidden area. There are dirty plates on the roofs of the caravans. This is some kind of gypsy encampment.

Sleeping In The Old Studio (night of 03/04/2025)

 I am spending the night in the old studio. I do not remember much of this dream - a white squiare ion the floor that is my mattress? A white square on the wall that is a blank canvas? I am concerned that I still have stuff in the studio that I need to get home - how will I do this? I realize I have left the studio already. How am I back here? A dark night - everything monochrome. An on-edge haunted atmosphere.

Anarchist Poster Project (night of 03/07/2025)

A complicated poster. Strips of the design can be pulled away to stick on the wall - the back is adhesive. It some sort of anarchist art project. A man in a shop who will pout this in the window in it's fulld esign (ie with no strips pulled away?) Something to dow ith a bus-stop? Set in portland, Oregon? 

Thoughts Before Sleeping (evening of 03/07/2025)

 I am in my flat about to go to bed. I try and leave the door to the living room open, but it keeps shutting. Why is this? I remember I left the vacuum in another room - I usually use this to keep the door propped open. Why not just have the door closed? I think about if it would be spooky coming across the closed door in the night.

My flat is different to waking life - almost in reverse.

Looking out of the window at a street. It is 10:30pm but still light. How strange it is to go to sleep while it is still light. I try and imagine what winter is like when it will be dark by late afternoon.

Possible College Canteen (night of 29/06/2025)

 I seem to be in some college kind of cafeteria. Sat with college friends. I don't know who. My parents come visit - perhaps with an aunt. Dad sits uncomfortably at the edge of the table - there is not enough room. This stresses me out. My mum says something. We find seats at a nearby table where there is enough space.

The tables now seem to be outside in some kind of field. There are two dogs my parents have possibly bought along + red setters. They start racing along, being chased by a herd of horned cows in a joyful game. The dogs are faster than the cows. It is now night.

Some talk about a play the college is putting on? Something to do with a mythical monkey?

The Immense Hostel (night of 27/06/2025)

 Staying in some kind of hostel on an art trip - I seem to be with a lot of people I do not know in waking life. There is a general celebratory air of being on holiday. I am looking for a place to sleep. All of the beds / sleeping places are filled with people. I enter one room, and find a number of Chinese people sitting on the beds. I am concerned and worried.
At some point Emily and Karen turn up - I am momentarily worried that Karen will not get on with my college friends - but realise she is part of the course as well. Alice is here also - she climbs out of a window and drops down onto some kind of scaffolding surrounding the window below. I am on the inside looking out. Seeing her head pop up above the windowsill. This scene seems sets in my flat.
I am on the street outside. Some concern I will not be able to get back in again. Some kind of interaction with a woman on the street. Stone brickwork - maybe a bridge?
In some kind of restaurant (?) area. On the edge of the restaurant area is some kind of huge stone river outfall - a hole in concrete discharging water onto a slope. This area seems to be covered also, though it is outsuide the restaurant, it is still 'inside'. This indoor outfall pleaes me.
Wandering about the huge hostel interior - there are other sections to this building as well. I walk through some kind of huge indoor fairground area. I open another door, and smell a recognisable scent - I am in some kind of hospital area and have wandered into some wards. There is a doctor. He is friendly, but I am not meant to be there, and he ushers me out.
I am back in the hostel - there are a number of visitors to the hospital - the party atmosphere grows. The people who run the hospital - a young man and woman - are concerned with the number of visitors, and encourage us to get them to leave. They are quite friendly about it though.

Swedish Woman (night of 19/05/2025)

With Alice, walking toward the fields beyond Diglis footbridge.
A man and a woman turn up - blonde hair - dressed in white. They are the 'twins' - who me and Alice talk about turning up in waking life. It is unclear if they are twins in the dreams. The woman certainly is Sweden - unsure about the man. Her name begins with S - something like 'Schell' perhaps?
Lying down ina  field. We kiss. I am happy.

Fragments (night of of 04/05/2025)

 Lying down with a woman with dark hair. She is forbidding but strangely friendly. Her face filling my vision. Nearly kissing her.

A new record store - one of a chain. I am pleased by this though wish it was an independent store 

The Embroidery Group (night of 04/05/2025)

 I am with Mum joining some kind of embroidery group. The group meet in what feels like is a vast city train station. Mum talks to the woman she has been messaging online. The woman is rude to Mum - some imagined slight. This makes me angry. People lining up in rows of two. I think about my embroidery project. I hope it is good enough.

Sitting in a room. I sit apart from them. I am angry with the way Mum has been treated. I am glad when we leave.

A cityscape at night.

Shared House Disorientation (night of 04/05/2025)

 I am walking down the hallway in a student house I live in. I turn off the light - I will be able to get to the living room in darkness. I do so, and with a shock realize how dark it actually is. Is that a dark something at the end of the hallway? I ignore this and carry on. I think I enter another small hallway and turn the light on. The living room is not where I expect it to be. It looks to be someone's room. People sitting on the bed. I realize that by walking the hallway in darkness I have disorientated myself to the extent I no longer recognise the layout of the house. I try to trace my steps from the front door. I do not know what is going on.

The shared house is somewhere within my old school, Forres Academy. No waking life resemblance. In my dream I marvel at how different it is. It feels amazing to be back here. Walking through a vast hallway that looks like some ancient - but futuristic - Grecian architecture. Figures in robes, reminiscent of Star Wars somehow.

Walking across a vast space. Everything begins to whiten out. I cannot see. I am not too concerned by this. Male figures appear - bounty hunters? Some kind of rocky desert terrain? The male figures are violent towards me. I am violent back. Smashing his head again and again.

The Overgrown Plants Lead Me To The Dark Attic (night of 30/04/2025)

 Looking through a window into a garden area. Huge weeds with thick stems reaching up to the level of ther window. It all looks quite clean. Then it seems I am looking into some kind of indoor cupboard - the same place. The plants seem even taller - I can see on the other side of the plants neat piles of comics. How will I ever get my comics out? Wait till the end of summer? - I realize the plants ar egrowing so much because it is summer. I think about cutting the plants dowmn, but the thought makes me feel guilty.
I realize I can go up into the 'dark attic'. I have not been up there for years. The Dark Attic scares me - but also fascinates me. It seems I need something from there. The Dark Attiuc can be accessed by a set of carpeted stairs in a clean white hallway.
I enter the Dark Attic - a sudden image of a dark man stood in a doorway - a silhouette. Some kind of guardian of the attic. The threat is somehow not real.
I find my self poring over words written on a page. I am vaguely aware I am dreaming. I can make out the words, which surprises me - I should not be able to do this in a dream. I cannot work out what the words are saying though. Symbols coming into focus in another language.

Size Troubles With The Screen (night of 07/04/2025)

 I am a passenger in a car - Mum possibly driving. I am taking photographs through the windscreen. Taking a photograph of a tree (possibly a pylon) - I am impressed with the way the sunset can be seen through the branches - as if the huge sunset sun is part of the tree itself. Then I realize that the tree is behind us and I am taking photos not of the tree, but of a reflection of the tree - possibly in the windscreen? 

The size of the screen on my phone is wrong - square instead of landscape. I try to change this, but am having trouble doing so.

In a large room in some public area, like the grounds of a university - an entrance area just outside a canteen. A large screen that is somehow connected to my phone - again I am trying to change the size of it. I can do this on one device but not the other. My phone is somehow casting to the screen. I am momentarily concerned that some porn might appear on the screen.

The screen is now a large piece of art I am working on - trees in a forest. The piece is unfinished - white blue trees on a brown background. I am surprised and impressed with this piece - it is going well. A man and a woman walk by and compliment the piece. I am abashed and start making jokes about 'it keeps me busy'. The man is dressed in a blue-ish grey suit. The woman is French - she gets physically close to me.

(possibly the same dream):

With a number of people, one of whom is Claire. Claire looks different - dressed in a gothic Chinese style. She looks well. In my dream she has a daughter called Zoe. I ask her how old she is and she replies 'ten minutes, five, sixteen...' - a joke referring to how fast time passes.

We have both left some kind of studio - too expensive to remain - yet we are still connected to it. She jokes that we will end up being back at our studios again. The thought concerns me.

The Haunted Attic, Accessed From The Flat Above (night of 06/04/2025)

 I hear the tenants in the flat upstairs moving about. I am concerned that these are caused by soemthing moving in the haunted attic level. With relief I realize that the haunted attic is not above me, but above the flat upstairs. I might hear the man upostairs go into the haunted attic (accessed by a set of stairs) - but I will not be able to hear anythign from the haunted attic itself. I am relieved.

A World War 2 Haunting (night of 05/04/2025)

A dark building in World War 2. I am staying the night. The building is haunted by the ghost of a boy killed in the Blitz. The fact that I am staying in this building is an act of contrition. Someone I have fallen out with has allowed me to stay in the building knowing I will encounter the ghost. I am pleased by this - by my having my belief in the supernatural strengthened.
Something to do with looking through squares made out of crochet? Groupd of people inside the squares. Dark, comfy interiors.
I wake into another dream. I am back in my grandparents house at Stone - thought it more resembles my actual flat. Should I open my eyes? What if I see that same dark figure at the end of my bed I saw when I was a kid? I open my eyes. Dark monochrome roomn, dark cupboard. A feeling of cold.

Jacob Rees-Mogg and the Missing Binders (night of 0404/2025)/

 What appears to be some kind of workplace - a large area a bit like an open plan studio. I am sat at a table talking with someone who appears to be Jacob Rees-Mogg. He tells me that he doesn't feel fear. It is impossible for him to feel fear. This strikes me as preposterous. He is adamant he doesn't feel fear. I feel angry with him.

I return upstairs. Some kind of mezzanine section. I placed two binders on the ground holding artwork, perhaps my graphic novel. Time to get on with some work. I leave briefly but then return. Where are my binders? - there are no sign of them. I set about looking for them.

I see someone from behind. A young woman with short purple hair. They go to a photocopying machine. Who is this, someone new? Braidie?

I look everywhere for the files. No sign of them. Back downstairs and upstairs. I bet Jacob Rees-Mogg has stolen them. Perhaps it is something to do with the fact he doesn't feel fear. Why don't I just ask him?

I scan my area again - no, they are definitely gone. I notice how messy my area. Papers and detritus across the floors. No wonder I always lose things. I should tidy up.

Russian Supernatural Incursions at the Hospital (night of 03/04/2025)

 I know this is a hospital at night. On the ground floor - I seem to be in some kind of maintenance section. Looking out of a door across a road. At times, figures come out of a door in the building opposite. A tall figure, mostly shadow. Some kind of supernatural incursion. I can see the figure walking, partly obscured behind a car. Another figure come out? Possibly The Tall Man from the Phantasm films? The appearance of these figures necessitates me running back inside and opening a door - this is some kind of ritual. It all feels a bit like a 1980s computer game. I am with someone else, possibly Edward? He makes some comment about the supernatural forces being Russian in origin. I race back in to get to the door - I slide onto my knees along the floor. Edward comments on this, something about the Russians liking it that way.

The Gap In The Hedge (night of 2/4/2025)

 I am walking in field in the countryside - they remind me a bit of the fields by the Severn. Some kind of wooded hill in the distance. There is a gap in the hedge. I look through the gap and think how nice it would be to sit here for a while. Is there some kind of small clump of trees in the field I am looking at?

I see two people walking towards me and am initially perturbed they will disturb my peace. They seem two older women walking towards me. When I talk to them I see they are younger women. They have wrapped themselves in cellophane and are to join a ritual in the fields.

Call Centre Electricity Cut (night of 23/03/2025)

 Working in the call centre. It is night - or at least dark. There is a power cut - all the lights go off. I go out to inform, Jon L, the call centre manager. He already knows this of course. He comes out of the Admin office with KAdy and Zoey. I look back at my desk - my desk is illumed in a pool of lamplight. It looks strangely cosy. It is the only light int he room.

Fragments (night of 22/03/2025)

I:
Something to do with a wood called Battenhall Wood - this was at the base of Battenhall Road and Battle Road. There is no wood here in waking life. Also something to do with a fox.

II:
I am at work. Zoe comes over with a call she has just listened to. She says it was a lovely call.

Lightning Strikes A Tree (night of 21/03/2025)

 A tree at the end of a long garden. Night-time. Lightning strikes the tree. Some kind of explosion. Sparks. A branch falls. The tree is alive with a sparkling electric blue fire - somehow inside the tree itself. There is a shed at the foot of the tree. The interior of the shed is somehow inside the tree. A dark and cosy interior. Cans and things on wooden shelves.

Lightswitch Puzzle (night of 16/03/2025)

I have returned from the toilet in the middle of the night back to my room. I am standing by the lightswitch trying tos witch it on - or off. It does not seem to be working properly. I am puzzled. There appears to be three lightswitches instead of one. I suddenly realize how tired I am. I feel as if I am fainting - this is not an unpoleasant sensation. Dissolving into greyness.

Climbing Cat in the Crow Tree (night of 9/3/2025)

I am walking along the Old Shoreham Road in Hove, away from the petrol station I used to work in . The road strongly resembles it's waking life counterpart, with no obvious dream-elements.                                      A man speaking loudly to me. Business suit. A car.  Then the man is gone - more an image than anything else. The man speaking to me seems more an intrusion than anything else.                                               My eyes are drawn to a tree on the right hand side of the road, lining the edge of the Goldstone retail park. I see a cat high up in the branches of the trees, walking along the wintry branches that seem as thin as twigs. Will the cat be okay, I think? Will I have to get involved and rescue the cat? It strikes me that cats have no terminal velocity and will be okay. I see the cat walking on the branches lower down, along to the ends.                                                                                There are also two crows in the tree, on lower branches than the cat. Both the crows and the cat are pitch black silhouettes 

Deathrock in the pub garden (night of 7/3/25)

 In a pub in Brighton. With other people, unsure who they are. A DJ starts playing in the garden, some kind of deathrock. I think this is a typical Brighton thing. I am surprised and pleased by the music though. Some interaction with the barmaid. Some people want to leave. I want to stay. Mark is led out to the garden. I look outside - he is stood behind the decks with the DJ. He looks like his younger self and has hair - 90s style curtains.

Close On A Sofa (night of 5/3/25)

 On a sofa in what seems to be some kind of club. Sat with Claire V. Slightly concerned as our friendship did not end that well, but everything seems to be okay. Joined by a woman I do not know. We are physically close, possibly holding hands? I am pleased by this. Andy joins us. We are winding up Claire by saying how me and him used to pretend to hold hands.

Meeting Tony (night of 4/3/25)

 I meet up with Tony for the first time. He is on holiday with his wife on the Malvern Hills. I am concerned he will not recognise me. An image of a hill under a grey sky.

The Burnside Museum (night of 02/03/2025)

I am walking back through Burnside. It is night. Houses to my left. It seems subtly different to when I was living here back in the early 1980s.
I marvel at the fact that Burnside now has pavements - back when I was a child, there were no pavements, just road and front gardens.
White streetlamp light.

Ahead of me three teenage boys are walking. Their presence concerns me. I find myself walking around the ledge of a building. I am looking down at the ground from the first floor window. One of the boys is in front of me, also on the ledge. He realises that the ledge does not go anywhere, and jumps opn a small glass roof, then down onto the ground.

I am stuck on the ledge. I do not trust my weight on the roof. Looking inside the building I am on - through the many windows, I see Jamie and his friend enter. They coime up and see me, and let me into the building itself. The building appears to be some kind of museum, housing many magickal artefacts, somehow all copneected to the use of Chaos Magick.

The Narrow Park (night of 24/1/2025)

 I am walking through Swakeleys Park. It is night. The park seems strangely narrow. I am walking by the River Pinn. I look to my right - I think there is a low fence. I see that there is a stretch of grass between myself and the river - this explains it - I was not walking by the rivers edge after all! I consider walking by the rivers edge but something stops me. I see that the river is high - about to burst it's banks. Tendrils of water beginning to creep over the grass.