I'm at the top of Totnes, by the car park that is outside the Bull Inn. And I am making Rose, the beautiful pregnant Pre-Raphaelite girl who used to work in the stationery shop, cry. I can't remember what I was saying, but she was very upset. Her boyfriend was sitting on the bench nearby holding their child. Yet she is still pregnant. And beautiful. I'm not sure how this is happening as they moved away from the area last month. I continue to be mean to her...in some way.
And then I wake up.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Spring 2006 Dream
(from notes)
Walking through Manhattan after 9/11 with M from work. I cry at the devastation, which is strange as while conscious I'm pretty unsentimental about it. She's American so it affects her more.
Later on we go to a Dan Clowes (creator of Eightball) talk being held nearby.
Walking through Manhattan after 9/11 with M from work. I cry at the devastation, which is strange as while conscious I'm pretty unsentimental about it. She's American so it affects her more.
Later on we go to a Dan Clowes (creator of Eightball) talk being held nearby.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
brighton
i do love brighton. years ago it was one of the few places that i went on holiday with my mum and dad (we were never a close family).
last night i had a dream about it. i was going there because of work, for some stupid reason i had booked into a hotel, realising that i only had enough work for a daytrip i then decied to lose the money i had paid for the hotel and just go back home on the train. due to the machinations of dream logic this became a more expensive proposition than staying the night. the train station was more out of the plains of montana than out of brighton's coastal setting. it was windswept and dreary, the trainline long, straight and desolate.
the worst of it is that as i was having the dream i realised that i had dreamt of this hotel before and that i had stayed there several times before... it seems i have dreamed of a brighton that doesn't exist and i have done it frequently.
last night i had a dream about it. i was going there because of work, for some stupid reason i had booked into a hotel, realising that i only had enough work for a daytrip i then decied to lose the money i had paid for the hotel and just go back home on the train. due to the machinations of dream logic this became a more expensive proposition than staying the night. the train station was more out of the plains of montana than out of brighton's coastal setting. it was windswept and dreary, the trainline long, straight and desolate.
the worst of it is that as i was having the dream i realised that i had dreamt of this hotel before and that i had stayed there several times before... it seems i have dreamed of a brighton that doesn't exist and i have done it frequently.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
3/6/06 Dream
I'm in Totnes and meet an old friend in the street. We get to chatting and he says he has to get his lunch, did I want to come for a sandwich? I agree and we walk to a sandwich van parked nearby, where one of the locals I know is serving customers during the lunchtime rush. We chat and joke about how long I've lived here, and how I'm one of the locals now.
As I wait in line, I can feel that some of my teeth have come out. In fact, most of my crowns (I have many) are now loose in my mouth. I try to suck in and keep my mouth closed, but I hear that squeaking sound that means if I continue to do this it, more teeth with follow. Without saying anything to my friend I walk away, embarrassed and aware that if I were to open my mouth I'd look like a horror film. I decide to walk to the bus stop where I can get a lift to my dentist...but as I walk I can feel more stuff in my mouth, my crowns and bridge appear to have been joined by strange shaped bits of metal and enamel. I use my hands cradled under my chin to try to keep everything, so that it can be stuck back in again by my dentist, but...there's just so much of it. I'm whimpering in distress as I reach the bus stop.
And then I wake up.
As I wait in line, I can feel that some of my teeth have come out. In fact, most of my crowns (I have many) are now loose in my mouth. I try to suck in and keep my mouth closed, but I hear that squeaking sound that means if I continue to do this it, more teeth with follow. Without saying anything to my friend I walk away, embarrassed and aware that if I were to open my mouth I'd look like a horror film. I decide to walk to the bus stop where I can get a lift to my dentist...but as I walk I can feel more stuff in my mouth, my crowns and bridge appear to have been joined by strange shaped bits of metal and enamel. I use my hands cradled under my chin to try to keep everything, so that it can be stuck back in again by my dentist, but...there's just so much of it. I'm whimpering in distress as I reach the bus stop.
And then I wake up.
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