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Iggy at the TM Center

 


 Happening now in a large white victorian building on a main road in an imaginary North London or somewhere I don’t know. The house has high ceilings and is empty of furniture.

I have a large pile of loose images on paper (A2 / A3 size) with various photographs and images on them and i’m holding them in my arms, trying not to drop them, I enter the ground floor living room which is painted white.

There is a group of people arriving who I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure they are there to Meditate together. I see Iggy Pop walking in at the same time as me.

I’m pretty sure I have an image of him in the collection of images and old paintings in my arms. I don’t say anything but I try and find it to show him; not acting like I’m amazed that he is there and trying to be chill. Everyone enters the large empty space and finds a place to sit on the floor. I struggle with the images and abandon this idea. I think we close our eyes and I drift off.

Next: I’m in some near by woods or forrest - I think I’m walking down a track and need to return to the previous house that in this reality is just round the corner. It’s like we’ve just taken a break from our TM session for a bit and now must return. When I come back, I don’t recognise anyone, not that i did before apart from the rock star who isn’t there anymore. The layout of the ground floor is all different, more cramped with additional rooms / corridors and I see in one room that it looks like a interrogation or questioning room with police cramped in there looking busy. A Totally different vibe. I’m a bit taken aback and there are lots of people milling about. I try and sneek away in the commotion to make myself disappear.,

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