I am genuinely unsure as to how I have forgotten about this monthly update for three months. I have Google calendar sending me reminders, and then I shunt them back. Oh. I see. My concern at present is that I haven't had any especially memorable dreams in the last few months, and as such my store of nocturnal exploration is looking a little sparse. Let's hope the terror that Christmas brings will help out some...
Any way. This one followed a trip to the Yorkshire Wildlife Park, as some of the locations were very similar (tall grasses, hot sand etc.)
'Cycling through the ruins of a medieval city, following Adam who disappears along an old anachronistic railway track. I’ve lost the bike somewhere, but I jog along a parallel line. Lots of tourists about, including a man named Euan who is following me. I am unsure how I know his name. He wears a boiler suit and looks like Phil Cornwell from Stella Street. I lose him in amongst some broken doors that a crowd are inexplicably looking at. Faye approaches me from nowhere. She is around seven foot tall here, and carries an SLR she doesn’t know how to operate. She tells me that a man is following her. It is Euan.
I attempt to outfox him by running through a series of corridors in a tower on the outskirts of the city. Kelsey Grammer is with me. I believe he is my father. Euan attacks him ‘off camera’ in a run-down toilet. I run away, up an opposing tower, Faye following me as lookout. From the top of the tower, we see Euan leave, and disappear in to a crowd. Later, me and Dad are rummaging around an incredibly expensive furniture shop at the bottom of Farrar Street. A small table is £98. Ridiculous, Dad says, and we leave by climbing over the furniture. Outside, by the drunk tank, some pissheads start mumbling and shoving us around. Dad looks old and confused for the first time. A man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth pushes him, and I intervene, only to find it is Euan again. His face is dirty and he has no recollection of past events. He is, however, still a twat. We fight out at the crossroads, until a car crosses a red light and nearly hits us. We stop and both stand their swearing at the driver. As the car pulls away I see the driver flip us the bird.'
Any way. This one followed a trip to the Yorkshire Wildlife Park, as some of the locations were very similar (tall grasses, hot sand etc.)
'Cycling through the ruins of a medieval city, following Adam who disappears along an old anachronistic railway track. I’ve lost the bike somewhere, but I jog along a parallel line. Lots of tourists about, including a man named Euan who is following me. I am unsure how I know his name. He wears a boiler suit and looks like Phil Cornwell from Stella Street. I lose him in amongst some broken doors that a crowd are inexplicably looking at. Faye approaches me from nowhere. She is around seven foot tall here, and carries an SLR she doesn’t know how to operate. She tells me that a man is following her. It is Euan.
I attempt to outfox him by running through a series of corridors in a tower on the outskirts of the city. Kelsey Grammer is with me. I believe he is my father. Euan attacks him ‘off camera’ in a run-down toilet. I run away, up an opposing tower, Faye following me as lookout. From the top of the tower, we see Euan leave, and disappear in to a crowd. Later, me and Dad are rummaging around an incredibly expensive furniture shop at the bottom of Farrar Street. A small table is £98. Ridiculous, Dad says, and we leave by climbing over the furniture. Outside, by the drunk tank, some pissheads start mumbling and shoving us around. Dad looks old and confused for the first time. A man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth pushes him, and I intervene, only to find it is Euan again. His face is dirty and he has no recollection of past events. He is, however, still a twat. We fight out at the crossroads, until a car crosses a red light and nearly hits us. We stop and both stand their swearing at the driver. As the car pulls away I see the driver flip us the bird.'
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