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Twenty Nine

Having now lived in York for a year or more, my selection turns to a dream from the first week back, involving extreme cold and soldiers who on reflection are quite similar to the front cover art of PS3 failure 'Haze'. I think it is partially inspired by a trip to Edinburgh-

'In the Himalayas, staying in some sort of lodge with close friends. The night skies are purple and cold. I walk in the snow with Zoe, and wander up a short incline to what is 'Everest'. The temperature drop is considerable. We go back a few times over successive days (though the days themselves are not featured in any way aside from brief glimpses of wooden lodges and warm drinks that are more akin to Switzerland than Nepal; the layout of the area is the same as the opening to Goldeneye, with the start point being the aforementioned incline). We leave at an unspecified time, but Thos chooses to stay on at the lodge. I am convinced that with the rest of us leaving he will freeze to death. This turns out to be unfounded. Later, at a container port, Thos and myself are chased by some men with purple glowing ovoid faces. They have some sort of powerful weapon they refuse to use, and are captained by a man who could be the bass player from Muse. Thos takes refuge in a navy blue container, which is so dark inside I am unable to find him. A man, possibly the captain, calls me out, and I emerge in to the port, surrounded by the peculiar radiant soldiers.'

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