A Disintegration Loop

Some how I missed March, so this is a double post to make up for the error. The first one is several years old, the second happened a few nights ago, which is clearly a reflection of my concern about given a conference paper on Monday. 'Toadfish, the Neighbours character, is dressed like something out of Miami Vice. He has a pony tail. He resembles himself ten years ago. I am guarding a woman who may/may not be Kristen, the woman Paul had an affair with. She is handcuffed to a pipe in a back room of the pub that used to be owned by Lou. Men are coming to get her. I hide in the building as they peak through the windows. Eventually one gets up the courage to come to the door. I greet him, saying ‘Look, this has happened once before, and I will kill every one of you.’ He takes no notice, so I pull a pipe on him, beat him and stab his associates. I am convinced this is a memory of something I have done before, except, of course, it is not.' 'In a long strange room, similar to s...

Last night: 'Something wakes me, and I look out the window to see our garden has been territorialized by an unknown neighbour. A sign is on the lawn saying 'Until June/July 2011' (I am not confused by this). There are dog toys spread about the place and a large looking dog who moves around in his sleep as I inspect the garden. Later, inside, I hear the neighbours and their kid discussion technological purchases. I instantly loathe them. I am up at the front room window when a car pulls up and a number of people jump out and run in to the houses opposite. This is quickly followed by a number of police cars and an armed response unit which attacks a door and promptly falls through in to the cellar of one of the buildings. The flashing lights of the cars are an unusual red and purple. There is a lot of shouting and the sound of small arms fire in the distance. Zoe, woken by the commotion, comes to the window. 'What is going on?' she asks. 'They're looking for m...

In the house, in the city, but the upstairs has changed radically, floorboards replaced with cushions and tiles. Some people are preparing for a trip. Michelle is one, another resembles Alex, but through the melted glass his face is obscured. Also, he wears a hat. Michelle is looking for Chris, he is nowhere to be seen. He was around earlier but left, dressed in a long beige overcoat, the stereotypical look of a private dick. I try to assist the search for the unexplained trip, but am prevented from doing so by boxes cluttering the stairway.

Another recent one, post wedding: 'Walking through woodland, looking for a lost dog called Lucien, a Labrador I think. He was definitely running about in the woods earlier. Well cut paths open out in to scrub-land and a brief roadside peppered with street signs to nowhere. Reminds of Thetford. Across the road some misc. men start shouting ‘Fat Simon’ at me. I turn and walk away but they follow. Lee is with them, kitted out with blue backpack and jacket a la the TBeer weekend. I recognise two of the others from UEA, one of whom is called Simon, but is not fat. We chat for a minute, me trying to diffuse a situation that could have become a fight. One of the group, a short black guy in a purple shirt, pushes me. I think his name is Daniel. I circle them. It comes to nothing. Gradually they all melt away in to the forest, leaving me walking back towards wherever I started, without the dog. The path to the unspecified exit is lined by people lacing and unlacing ridiculously oversized bo...

Last night: 'Wandering around a down-town area of the city; initially feeling a carnival atmosphere, but it quickly turns sour. Emergency service vehicles arrive - one is driven by Stokes - and a series of injured men are carted out in to the roads that are occupied by some sort of protest. I do not know the reasoning behind this. I run between hastily assembled shanties, fashioned from the backs of articulated lorries. Everything is skewed slightly, so my balance is off, and I am constantly stumbling in to the next shanty and apologising to the occupants. They seem nonchalant, possibly drugged. Later, after the area has been attacked by an unnamed militia type force, I drive Stokes about in an ambulance trying to show him what happened. He is seemingly unaware of his earlier involvement, or I am. The street are bright, the buildings ramshackle and sagging, like winter at the seaside. This is not the rejuvenated financial district I was expecting'

A retread of familiar ground - an Asda inspired dream, coming two years after I finished working there and moved back to York. 'Am welcomed back to Asda as a Christmas temp (I believe this dream was inspired by a short video of Oli dancing at work that he uploaded to Facebook - he has subsequently been fired for a variety of offenses). I congratulate Lee Whitlock on his promotion to some sort of management type chump and wave to Phil, a man who never worked there but is inexplicably present. The canteen has been replaced with computers, and downstairs the shelves are filled with items I am unfamiliar with. A security team ask me and Hassan (Adam's Karachi-based Uni chum) to round up short people who they want to speak to for 'marketing purposes'. I run around blindly, asking nobody and hoping that security will not notice. Hassan appears to do the same, and we regroup prior to returning to security to discuss our strategy. We will be fired if we do not find 18 people. A...

Whilst tidying up some cupboards and rooting through old stuff, I found the following recollection - I was fairly certain I had already used it on here, but apparently not: 'The Google Chrome logo is a highly destructive robot, attacking a shopping centre I am in for a second time - I distinctly recall saying 'here we go again'. I am also aware that the robot, similar to the terrible CGI thing on 20th Century Boys, will attack everything and I need to find a safe place to go. I hide downstairs in a discount bookshop, which turns out to be one of those annoying Yankee candle type places, where the staff are overwhelmingly helpful even though a)I'm clearly not interested in buying their shit and b) a massive robot is trying to kill us. Upstairs, Zoe continues to run the glass fronted sandwich and CD shop I remember walking round before the robot appeared. Location is everything