Lacunae

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   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 s...

  I’ve arrived in a place that looks a bit like Blackpool & it’s twilight. I’m on the promenade outside some amusement arcades. It’s empty & feels like a Sunday and I’m cold. I’m not exactly sure why I am there. But I catch a taxi (something has happened before this which I forget) and am happy as I’m off to Bispham (North of Blackpool but its not the real one either / as they look different but feel familiar) to see Magalie who is staying there; she called and said to come and so then I have something & somewhere to go.. … Which i feel is good. The weather is changing and the roads become emptier. We drive on high cliffs on the disappearing road. A mixture of gravel and grass high above the water. The car mounts onto the grass growing on either side of the road and we are now in a dangerous angle with a steep drop as the car winds itself upon & down the super steep drop gowing in an up / down motion (z-shaped). I’m pretty certain that we’re ...

  I’m on a ferry type of boat, it's pretty small, somewhere in the British isles.  like the Isle of Man or the Lake District. Its the 80’s and I’m on holiday with my mum, dad & brother; I'm in my mid to late teens and have wondered off to explore the ship.  My family do not appear in this at all … I explore the boat, it is quite small and compact and everyone is jovial and seem to know one-another. They all seem like locals, it's very busy and appear to be drunk and having a good time, it's daytime. the passengers who are all about the same age in their 20s and 30s are slightly older than me. I look around and enjoy being away from my family and the atmosphere. I'm a bit lost, then the boat docks, everyone is rushing around and leaving. It's busy and some people are just staying in the lounge, which is very dark, there seems to be entertainment of some sort.   The boat raises up like in a canal lock and I climb up through the exterior metal bars and under a ...

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  i. I'm in the presence, its dark cavernous, and hot.  there is a demi-god made of molten lava that I was compelled to bow down/ prostrate my self to. He touched the base of the back of my spine and I received a huge surge up my spine into my head and felt so high that I woke up?    ii. I’m with a youngish woman who may be a bit dangerous.  we’re on some un steady concrete or broken up surface, maybe with molten lava round the edges.  she throws an apple for me to catch, I catch it and then she throws a longer throw.  I catch it and wake up…

I’m walking around a campus in daytime which I’m not familiar with with some people who i think i know…  I’m pointing out the ‘theatres’ there, which I say are good;  the third one I describe as a bit conservative but ok.  An older woman who looks like the nan in gavin and stacy grabs my arm, we walk on.  She appears to be wearing grey joggers and for a moment I think she has a penis protruding through the pants. when I glance back its not there; I don t say anything.  Inside a building, the others have gone and I’m trying to act like everything is fine.  She tells me she has lots to tell me.  I reply about what? She responds …  ‘about  T’.