Thursday, 28 October 2010


I can see him in my dream walking away down a corridor. The corridor has dark stairs in shadow to the left hand side and dark and light spaces. The walls come in and go out in bright white and dark shadowed blocks. He's wearing a grey cardigan and the back of his head has dark mousy hair cut short.

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He turns to look at me, casting a glance over his shoulder and I meet his stare, our eyes lock. His head is covered in nodules, they look like large lumbs of gristle evenly spaced about an inch apart and half an inch in diameter. I can see from his eyes he is imploring me to remember his words and his eyes are cold like concrete. I've already forgotten what he said.

Sunday, 3 October 2010

You must be beautiful, you must be good, you must help...

Dream't my VW mechanic had moved out of his workshop and was working out of a chicken shed. This was done to try to evade his father who was trying to sue him.

I left his shed and came out in a small rural village. A chap asked me if I wanted to be an extra in a movie and I said 'yes'. My friend Dave was there. (see portrait below)

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The shooting didn't go well and we were left wondering whether we would get paid. Dave had a breakdown and suddenly we were at my university. I was wandering around the students union but it was all corridors with no offices, I was also trying to hold Dave up all the time. I thought there must be somebody who can help, but couldn't find anybody.

There was a sign with the departments listed and several people were clustered around it. I thought well if the union is crap, I'll contact somebody in the academic departments, the head of classics appeared in a crumpled grey suit and I asked him if he knew anyone who could help Dave. He looked vague said no without looking me in the eye and walked off. Dave was wearing denim dungarees a grey shirt and had long hair.

A bad smell filled the corridor and I realised Dave had lost control of his bodily functions. Some Poo fell out of his left hand trouser leg; the poo was glistening silver and looked a lot like dog poo.

It was a real effort to keep him upright so I decided to go outside and sit on the grass. Dave said he was looking for a flat mate and in the distance I saw Lizzy. We were sat on a round lawn with a road to the right hand side and old university building to the left, I woke up in a start with the words:

You must be beautiful,
You must be good,
You must help.

Ringing in my ears.