Seaside Houses and Uxbridge Hotels (night of 02/12/25)

 I am staying in a hotel in Uxbridge with Karen. We are sat in a dark room with a number of other people - this is some kind of communal area. There are two eastern European men amongst the people. One of them slaps me on the ass. An orgy seems to be developing in the room. A naked woman. I am very angry about this situation developing in a hotel.

Me and Karen leave for another part of the hotel - this is in another building, a short while down the street. We hear back from the manager - we are getting a refund. Jason is somehow involved in this.

I am walking along a beach with Karen amongst other people - Brighton beach, though seems more Mediterranean. A bright sunny day. Blue skies. The sun. I walk to the edge of the promenade, and no look down into the clear blue water. A building extending out over the sea. A platform just beneath the water. Some kind of clustered small mechanism on the platform. I imagine sea serpents and sea monsters in the water. There is a loud roaring, mystical in nature. Something is coming from the waves.

We end up in a basement living room, sitting on crowded sofas - possibly Dendi amongst them. Karen is sat on some kind of table / shelf behind one of the sofas. I want to get to her. There is a teenage boy in the room - this is where he lives. He is eager to show me the badges he has created. He is proud of them. I cannot get to Karen without destroying his badges he has displayed on the sofa. I do not want to destroy them.

We go to another house. There is done kind of alternative BDSM festival going on in the house. I cannot work out if Karen and the others went upstairs or downstairs. The house is on different levels and is quite long.

I decide to go outside and phone Karen to find out where she is. I open the door but there are three (?) tattooists on the front step - a man and two women. The man seems crusty / alternative, and at least one of the women is a goth. They are quite friendly. I lean on the man's lap while talking to him. I say that I have always intended to get a tattoo. I fear that this makes me appear young and inexperienced. Anyone afraid of getting a tattoo might say this. One of the women says I am 'fanilla' but she means 'vanilla' - I am not alternative enough. They are all good natured though.

The man asks for my Instagram. I cannot get my phone to work - I eventually do and we become friends on Instagram.