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October 25th 2018 There are 3 large oil paintings: seascapes. One is predominantly red, another is a dusky blue with great curling waves rising up to the stars. The stars slide across the wet sky. The third is mostly brown appliqué - parcel paper, layered into intricate shapes. (when i wake i am convinced … Continue reading dream diaries…46
October 6th 2018 A cake shop in Bristol. I walk in off the street to ask directions to the cinema. Jodie J pops up from behind the counter. "Funny, you being here," I say. "Not really. I work here." She pushes a plate of Lemon Drizzle across the counter. "You'll need this," she says. … Continue reading dream diaries…43
September 22nd 2018. Mik T has his left hand wrapped in swathes of bandage from his knuckles to his wrist. Typically of him it is messy & grubby & badly applied. He also jots betting tips on it in pen. He says he has a sure winner at the 4.30 at Brighton & it's … Continue reading dream diaries…39
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