Lacunae

   I'm on the top floor of a huge department store. It's full of beds with partition screens around them and bits of furniture. It's a massive warehouse and it starts to get late and people start making up the beds on show for themselves for the evening. I return to my reserved space and bed and find a random woman who has already got into my bed and is now covered in a grey duvet. I pull the cover back and the woman tells me I should find another bed. She's cuddled by another woman who is lying behind her who is already asleep, I'm very put out by this and scramble to find another space. It's getting darker and all the other spaces are already taken.

  I’m in a large town / small city that is unfamiliar.  It feels old, like Portsmouth, and has some pretty bad architecture which could be described as brutalist and run down.  It feels like it’s a Market day, late afternoon.  I do not know where I am  going, but am not that bothered about this, there are old buildings and newer ones on either side of the street I am walking down which are in disrepair.  Like most English large towns.  I’m in one of the concrete large ’60s shopping centre-type buildings, and go through an indoor market (?) and through an exit,  I’m pretending like I know where I’m going to look assertive.  It’s very skanky and dilapidated, grim and falling apart,  there are some poor, malnourished, dirty-looking children around and I get past them and see a ramp, like a multi-story car park lit by old artificial fluorescent lighting, leading down into daylight. I see a peaceful, tranquil and pleasant riverside with p...

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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