04/10/20
Chasing heroin with AG in a cheap hotel. The hotel is so cheap that it is constructed from ply board. Half of the details (for instance, windows, doors, etc) are painted on – rather like a set on an old western.
HJ arrives. We three are sat in the doorway, the cowboy desert stretches into the distance. AG wanders off on all fours imitating a gorilla. HJ follows suit, thumping his chest.
Drugs are rubbish. I go back inside and rifle the foil scraps for hidden money. Nothing.
The dream is illuminated by ‘cheap lighter strike’ flashes.
06/10/20
Carshalton in the 1960s still looks and feels as I imagine it did in the ’30s and ’40s; affluent, English, sedate, exquisitely lit by late summer sun, etc. Unseen birds sing in the pines.
BMcV is driving a small car – it is a Fiat 500 (which, in itself is funny). It is, perhaps, stolen: let’s hope so. He drives it fast. He drives it recklessly.
The car is packed … BMcV, PM, CP, JC, GT & me. We are careened left and right, left and right. A police car gives chase, sirens wailing!
BMcV stops at Pine Walk and we all get out into morning sunlight and wait for the police. JC disappears but I find a letter from her in my pocket – Her childlike handwriting informs me that she has returned again to Liverpool (although I know at once that this is a mistake and she means Manchester). She includes a list of gig tickets, train tickets, etc.
Before the police arrive I decide to walk away. I am walking in Roman sandals.
After a long march I reach Carshalton high street. It is now the twenty-first century. As I am stood at a dry stone wall trying to figure out how to tie the laces on these sandals I see NB, AF, MT, KB and TK in the garden of a pub. They are singing songs from the 1940s. I must tie these laces before going to see them.
07/10/20
A scrawny black and ginger cat is discovered living in an unused room in a large, rambling house. I can feel its spine beneath its fur.
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THE END.
© dream diaries / Vol 1.
1-100 nick reeves 2020
Congratulations upon reaching your century!
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Thank you, Bill!
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reading this written painting gave me an out of body experience so impossibly familiar maybe it’s my love of the 30s and 40s xoxo
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Love you, Grady xo
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love you more Master G x
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‘The hotel is so cheap that it is constructed from ply board’ don’t think I’d want to stay there…is it The End of the first volume then?
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I know! The reviews didn’t seem too bad!
Oh, 100 seemed to be kinda neat, Ingrid. No other real reason – I still write them anyway – thought I might try my hand at some waking diaries instead.
That’s waking.
xo
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Waking dreams can be cool!
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Hmm, I wonder what those Roman sandals symbolize.
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Interesting.
They were very complicated to tie, but as a symbol I take it to mean – order, stamina and endurance…
or buy some cool roman sandals!
😉
Thank you, Liz xoxo
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You know, those sandals strike me now as symbolic of Northumbria.
Thank you, Liz xo
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I’m intrigued . . .
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What with the Roman frontier – with the work and meaning of. The wilds of this county, perhaps? Hmm.
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That makes sense to me.
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Carshalton! Between Worcester Park & Sutton on the 213 bus route. Spent the first 22 years of my life in Worcester Park. Often went shopping in Sutton with my mum on a Saturday afternoon. Travelled the 213 bus the other way to school in Kingston – the Grammar School which I am so pleased I went to because I learned there how to be eccentric like the loony teachers who had not long survived the War. I bet there are no teachers like them around now which is why the world is in such a mess.
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Hello, Colin. I lived in Carshalton between 2001-04. But I was quite local (Croydon) for a couple of decades, working in the Whitgift Centre, catching, I suppose, the sunset of that town. My final years of school were at Purley High For Boys between 1979-81. It was helmed by Mr. D. Akers and he ran a tight ship, of which I am pleased to say I was a pupil (for reasons similar to your memories of Kingston Grammar). Many thanks for peeking behind the curtain. You have a very interesting blog that I am pleased to have stumbled across.
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Glad to have found you, Nick!
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Brilliant as always, Nick.
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ps. thank you! x
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