In
this 'scene' I am in an old fashioned mini (car) with Magalie. I am
sat on the left hand side and I am driving; even though I have never
driven a car. It becomes apparent that the car is swaying around the
roads and It is becoming increasingly difficult to keep control. This
is partly because the roads are filling with water, and people are
running away into the distance away from my erratic driving and becoming
small stick men. It is raining quite heavily, and the roads are now
full of water. I stop the car and determine that the difficulty in
trying to drive was because I was sat in the back seat leaning past the
front seat to steer the wheel.
Next
scene: the car is inside a pub, next to the bar, no one seems to
mind. myself and a friend are sat stationary in the car. he opens his
door to create more room and sits there reading the 'Sunday Sport'
newspaper and minding his own business. I get out the left side door
,
where I am sat, and walk into the lounge area of the pub. Inside the
darkened room men are drinking pints and jeering as the TV in there is
showing two topless women fighting. I realise that both the women have
the same face.
Story Dream Notes - 2024 I’ve snuck into a neighbour’s house. It feels like I’m back in Lancashire and it’s a large 3 -level, victorian house. With completely different occupants to the ones I grew up next to. It’s an imaginary place really, with echoes of familiarity; there is a missing wall so it's all open plan on all three levels. I'm on the top level, at the back where the kitchen was; I'm watching the inhabitants sneakily from the top floor, i think there is a TV and video and cushions on the floor, at some point, I decide to leave and show myself; I can’t remember why I was there and it feels awkward as I might get found out. I think I’m feeling sleepy. I cannot find my shoes. I make it to the ground floor and my ladder seems to be shrinking as I walk around it. I am discovered by one of the young female neighbours, that I don’t recognise, and they are fine with me being there. ...

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