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Twenty Seven

I believe this dream happened during my third year in Norwich (I should really start dating the scribbles). The most vivid elements were the map I studied for some time, much longer than the descriptions of the rest of the dream put together, and the disturbing Ballardian landscape we wandered through. Suburbia is indeed disturbing (I was childishly tempted to write disturbia), and this is not helped by me being on my third Ballard novel in a row. Normally, I'll read one book and then avoid the author for an age, but this time has been very odd. Instead of dreaming about new Ballard-inspired things, I am instead reminded of things in their already past, imagined by my brain as fresh directions in a familiar city. Truly horrific. Anyway...

'We are living in a leafy suburb of London. Many of us, including Chris and Lauren Mather, go to collect Lee and Alison from a train that resembles those used by the Nazi's to transport Jews/homosexuals/gypsy's/general non-Aryan's to concentration camps. We get a bit lost, aimlessly walking down identical streets like in 'The Concentration City' but we find it eventually. We're going to see 'do make say think'* in a random town near Godalming. The geography is mismatched. Trains are all over the place, and I am unsure where we are going and where they are going and where we should be. Still, Alison is late so we'll miss part of the gig. At the house we seem to live in Chris pretends to be a demon and attack us. It is quite convincing, though this makes us more late. On walking to the station to catch our next train (which according to the complicated moving map I see is near the coast and crosses a dam and large stretches of water...this map looking takes up the majority of my time) we all become horribly lost once more and end up at a gold and shiny airport. Our walk to the airport involves Natalie Luthra leading the way, followed by myself and Michelle Wells, followed by the others. We miss the gig entirely. I look around at the group, annoyed at them for their various failings. Luthra's skin is oddly gold, like the shimmer around the planes near the runway, and is faintly transparent.

*This happened in reality, though I think we went at different times, and not to Godalming. I held a trumpet for one of the band when he left the stage to buy beer.

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