19/08/20 A familiar steep valley sleeved by towering pines. The air is sweet with sap. The path, needled and coned. This is the dream walk of always, leading me to or from a festival. I am with Phil A and a handful of others - near transparent people; fading; they barely make it through into … Continue reading dream diaries…96
10/08/20 Much to my confusion and embarrassment I am living in a large cardboard box at the edge of a quiet road on Dartmoor. It is quite a sturdy box, it leans against a drystone wall and one side is open to the elements. The carpet is the tarmac. Nick B arrives unexpectedly. I hear … Continue reading dream diaries…95
30/07 [One summer's afternoon in the late 1970s, myself and Paul _?_ took his mother's dinghy out onto the bay. They lived in a small first floor flat just behind the harbour. The boat, a fibreglass tortoise shell shaped thing with a 50cc prop engine that could be clamped onto the stern, was kept in … Continue reading dream diaries…94
