Lacunae

I'm in a room at the top of a house,  its Victorian in style over three levels,  a bit like my childhood home but it isn’t. I’m with a couple of young professors, they may be in white lab coats and have beards and glasses (not sure). The floor is covered in mud. They are very excited about my idea and going on and on and on about it excitedly; I can't remember what the actual idea was and I'm concentrating I'm keeping my shoes dry from the mud all around me, which I don’t think was there before and does not seem to affect the others.  We all go down to the middle landing via the stairs, I’m trying to avoid getting mud on the carpet.  into a bright, white room with a bathtub in the middle, sunken into the floor, avoiding the sticky mud which only seems to only be affecting me.  I'm guided by the young-looking professors who are still excited about my idea which I cannot remember at all .

  It's night time and i'm outside. Its at a busy, buzzy place, feels quite touristy and its a warm summmer evening, next to a river that i cannot see, lots of dining and drinking with lit-up signs and peole mooching about. I feel like I'm with some people but at this point I'm stood chatting to a man sat at a wooden picnic table. we've onlu just been introduced & he's a performer of sorts. I think the people I know, know him and I want to endear myself to him; he is a very bright, happy, confidant person and I want to impress. Whatever Ive been saying I conclude by pointing directly at the middle of my face and slowly move my head so that it points at my ears whilst saying "its not left its RIGHT...' as I conclude this I look over my shoulder, as part of the act, and this reveals a large Full moon directly behind me that I have been concealing. I am pleased with myself as this concludes whatever I was talking about previously and am proud of p...

  It’s twilight and I’m at a bus stop in a remote area which is rural and has a lot of hills in the distance.  It feels quite high up and an intermediate place; between places.    There is a windey road to and out of it, a detour shallow road, it's an empty space and there is no one around.   It is not too cold or too warm and I have a baby green monkey clinging to me that I am parenting, it looks like an orangutang and it is hanging onto my side with its arms around my neck. It's got green hair, all over its body, that is wispy and you can make out the pink skin underneath clearly;  I comfort it by stroking its protruding belly and feel the warmth of its body and our connection.. Time stands still & blurs as we wait…. Next thing:  I’m talking with someone.. maybe about the bus schedule and it feels a bit later.   I now seem to have two baby green haired orangutans hanging onto me on either side.     I seem to have forgo...

  It’s daytime but dusky and I’m in a field / close to a grave yard.  No idea where this is but feels like the south of England /  very rural. Ive been assigned to make sure that someone, a quite sharp traveller man, from a group who I think are living in the next field beyond a hedge,  cannot purchase the land with the graves on the other side of the barbed wire fence.   I’m under a large tree (oak?) and there is a man  sat on the ground with his broadsheet newspaper flat that he is studying.     I cautiously go over and he is looking at betting / racing result type stuff.  I’m very cautious because I’m there to stop the other man bidding and getting the land with the gravestones on It. I think the traveller man is coming closer to us, both  bent down looking at the open paper, I am nervous that he will see me and the game will be up.  It seems he cannot / does not see me and the man sat down next to me chats with him.  I...

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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 ...