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.