6/04/20 The power supply cable to the computer begins to fall to pieces in my hands - the plastic coating sheds, revealing the tiny wires beneath. Then, the wires liquefy and pour through my fingers until all that is left is a sticky puddle on the carpet. I prod it with my toe and it … Continue reading dream diaries… 84
02/02/20 Jayne L, dressed in green, beautiful and sad again, decorates the fireplace with photos of the past. I gaze out from within a black and white polaroid - another room, another season, cross-legged on a carpet (I remember it blue) at an open cupboard. I see her try the pictures here, here, and here. … Continue reading dream diaries…81
November 5th 2019. Someone advises - 'Try the trick of placing a folded sheet of blank paper in front of the monitor. It really works!' November 6th 2019. In a queue at the bank. Eventually a window is free for me. I walk the vast distance across the room toward the teller. I exchange … Continue reading dream diaries… 74
October 31st 2019. Claya R. is at the foot of the ladder. I am some rungs up, but not too many. There's a long way to go yet before I reach the window. The window is ajar. "If you just get in and then open the front door, let me in," she says. November … Continue reading dream diaries…73
September 19th 2019. Rising up out of Monument metro station. The steps are greasy. The final strains of some saxophone jazz. There is a dead wasp on a step. It has lost almost all colour. When I reach Grey Street the sax noise falls away and I see that it came from a tape machine … Continue reading dream diaries…72
June 30th: Whyteleafe. Old time London town: shadowed cobbled streets, high-rise (but Tudor). The buildings so high that the sky is a slot of scudding cloud. Heavy wooden doors, many panelled dusty windows. I am being chased by unseen forces; their boot falls echo off the walls. I push open a door and begin to … Continue reading dream diaries…67
