Stu was on a beach, painting a huge boulder. Protection?
Double decker buses on West End Road
Courtyard, poplar trees
An African man arranging small grey patio slabs, triangle ones on the outside to ‘fold away’, no trace?
Kittens and fish bones
A bomb in my parents’ flat which I had set up but then tried to change because I didn’t want anyone to die
[I can’t remember these dreams and can’t even remember if they were on the same night - I found a scrap of paper with scribbled notes]
Tuesday, 19 October 2004
Friday, 1 October 2004
Cher
Heather was with a teacher telling the story of how she had nowhere to live until she found the attic. She was animated in her storytelling, her teacher proud and the audience applauded. But the story was wrong. I tried to indicate that by whispering words to her but she got more confused. I shut up. Back at the school later, a few people were standing by the stage in the hall and a few others milling around and chatting. Cher was performing on stage in one of her famous not-so-there outfits. Lee B(work colleague) was there to see Cher but Jo and I were there for something else. I sipped a drink and nearly passed out because I hadn’t eaten.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)