A Disintegration Loop

This happened a long while back. Recently though, my dreams have increasingly involved corridors. I find this depressing. 'In some sort of version of Skyrim, except reality. I walk around a tree top world, similar to Kashyykk in Star Wars but also the film Avatar. A strange looking woman with a spear attacks me, and I fend her off and run for safety. Later I am showing an unseen person around the world. Everywhere we go is familiar in some way, though I am unable to explain how I would be so knowledgeable about a world I have barely explored. We run in to the same woman, and before she can attack, I kiss her. Later, we fuck. The unseen person is nowhere to be found.'

'Somewhere on the underground line, with Mark Hamill. We are investigating a disappearance. We find a purple glove at the top of one of the industrial extractor fans. Hamill turns the fan off, and lowers me down through the slats. At the bottom, in amongst a heap of dust and dirt, I find a human hand. We both know it is murder. I am unable to climb back up, so Hamill cuts me loose so that I can find a service exit in the tunnels underneath. As I drop down, I am confronted by another colleague. He tells me that the murderer is in the tunnels. We split up and wander what seems like endless corridors. All is brown/grey and similar to a military silo type complex. At the end of one tunnel, I am gripped by incredible fear; a man with a large moustache – who resembles Dick Strawbridge – is coming towards me. I cannot see his eyes underneath the green baseball cap he is wearing. He gets closer, and the fear intensifies. I walk towards him for some reason. As I get closer, he veers off in...

This is relatively recent, as it involve my office mate Bayo (who is perfectly decent chap despite my subconscious concerns)... 'Bayo has framed me for something by planting evidence in our office. The evidence is in a box, but I cannot see it. Barack Obama agrees to be my defence lawyer in the case that ensues, having lost the presidency to an undisclosed opponent. My defence involves running through a number of courtyard garden, one of which is reminiscent to UEA where I read Lanark and sat about a lot. I find my way in to a secret garden at some stage, where some ‘Unionists’ are hiding. We work on a plan to open the gardens to the public. Somehow, the problems generated by Bayo disappear.'

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...

'Spending time living in a valley, where the only access is one road in and out. Everyone I explain this to seems confused by how a road can only go in two directions, suggesting an understanding of directional space I am not privy to. In a hut on one side of the valley I find some serum in a jar that tells me if I drink it that I’ll forget whatever I’m dreaming about. I am reminded of Alice in Wonderland. In the valley bottom, I drink from the jar in front of a small circle of onlookers. Rather than forget, or mutate or something, what actually happens is the sky changes from blue to red, and the sun becomes a cut out child’s collage of various spiky colours, similar to the front cover of an album for Mount Vernon Art Labs which was designed by the friend of someone who once spoke to me at a conference, but subsequently abandoned in favour of Julian House's designs when the band released the record with Ghost Box. I also own a jeep.'

'I am working in a foundry for an unexplained reason. I am aware of my previous life, working at the University; it seems to still be continuing despite me not being present for it. A supervisor shows me and my fellow workers around the various jobs in the foundry. A co-worker comments that they already know this stuff. It is clearly aimed at me, as if they are being made to learn again because I have missed something. Time moves slowly – some of my co-workers have had two weeks additional training which I was apparently present for, but remember nothing of. I go to work hammering some miscellaneous metal. Whilst doing this I have flashbacks to my old life, complaining about something in the library. After work, the sun is setting over some scrapyards in the distance and I stroll away from the foundry. Behind me, the orange glow of the tanks bathes the yard in odd light, in front of me someone tries to turn a Ford Ka around so it can be parked between two giant metal drums.'

'At the base of a hill, a river flows through a valley. Lee is there, and also someone who purports to be my mother but isn’t. We’re swimming with a number of other people, the water is high. People swim in a way akin to dogs. Lee suggests we need to get a boat for the next day’s voyage. The river is somehow dry, and tents have been set up. We wait in our tent for people to go to sleep, and then sneak out to steal a boat. The boats are stacked according to colour. I pick a blue one, and climb in trying to ascertain how people sit to row – it seems to involve crouching as there are no seats. The boat I have picked also has a hole in, but Lee assures me they all do. Later, we scrabble out searching for oars and have to settle on using two spades.'