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 15th 2019 P. Brady is working in Tynemouth on a building site. It is a pleasant surprise to see him in a local bar one night. He hasn't changed in nearly 25 years. As the last bell sounds I ask him what he's doing in the morning - I'm playing a gig on the … Continue reading dream diaries… 71.
December 19th 2018 Spending some time at Nick B's house. He lives a structured life. I notice that he completes several crosswords every day. The Times' Cryptic included. A list of clues: 'Rename, rename!' 6 (the answer being, obviously, rename!?) 'keeps us on land and sea.' 4/7 (ship builder) 'early morning shopping trip' 4/7 (head … Continue reading dream diaries…53.
September 19th 2018. Nick B has had his hair cut; nothing strange there. However, he's had a rather striking bleach job, too! He reminds me of an early 1970s Michael Caine - though, I can't recall seeing him with such a hair style. "It's not such a brilliant job," says Nick B. "I have … Continue reading dream diaries…38
September 13th 2018. Walking around a charity shop in a strange town. I have a copy of Hammer of The Gods, the Led Zeppelin book, in my back pocket. I'm about 3/4 of the way through it. September 14th 2018. Philip A is angry. Angry at the world. Angry at himself. He … Continue reading dream diaries…36
September 6th 2018 (Northeast England). Wandering round, lost, in a Dickensian N.W.6 (London), trying to locate my phone. I remember leaving it on a wall in an alley. But what wall? What alley? I am like Wee Willy Winkie in my nightgown! September 7th 2018. The dead are lost. They walk around, … Continue reading dream diaries…34