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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