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Twenty Four

Old one, which from the date happened during that thankfully hazy year where I worked nights in one of those modern day supermarkets. Summertime, I would sleep throughout the day in blistering heat, some sort of sheet over my head to block out the light, and a fan on its highest setting blowing semi cold air over me. Prior to this I thought sleeping in the relatively pleasant upper teen Celsius was oppressive. Dreams from this period seem largely confusing.

'In the tower of a castle, and also in a field on the edge of the city. I have a george cross on a shield I'm holding, and, inexplicably, a nazi sword. I am clearly prepared to defeat someone. Steve coogan tries to drive me to a battle but his car is caught in a flash flood. Water swirls about me, and I wade through to save him, despite the obvious danger to myself. The battle doesn't seem to take place. Later, I am wandering around a University department, though not one of the Universities I have ever been to or visited. I just know it is one. The light is harsh and bright, the buildings are portakabins occupied by a few zombie like souls, who move complex computer equipment and little else. Why am i here?'

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