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.
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