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.