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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
