My Yellow wallet was stolen by Andy Bell (frm Erasure??) in spitalfields market - I was feeling low - so a friend went and got it back for me - I was very gratefull as there were some tickets in it which I had promised someone. After this I turned up at an ex-girlfriends house and found water pouring down into the living room, through the light fitting, which seemed dangerous. Her depressed sister with long, dark, greasy hair was too unmotivated to do anything. I went up the stairs with a friend and the ex-GF was sat with her new BF at a long table - they hardly acknowledged me; I think I tried to tell them about the water but they ignored me and I forgot about it. We sat on the floor at the opposite end. I think we were going to make a joint but the couple got up with the girl announcing that they were going to have a bath - they came over asking for some rolling papers - I was acting like I did not care and was handing them over ,then she mentioned again they were going to have a bath, then in my mind I felt enraged and just shouted (in my mind) NO!! which actually woke me up. Lots of good symbolism - yellow wallet (I've never owned one) / water / electricity / stairs / table / tickets
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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