Saturday 18 October 2008
all good/ bizarre dreams, one involving my working at an office two miles above the north sea/ i had to climb a thin string ladder to get there and from the top could see only the sea drop over the horizon, storms and such played out in the mid-distance/ i managed to escape and flew around an interpretation of soho which has occurred in several of my dreams but them compelled to return started climbing the ladder again/ about half way up i met my mum who started babbling about what sort of job i had before i climbed away from her/ abruptly the ladder ended and i was left suspended, surrounded by freezing gray atmosphere, terror rising in me/ no idea wtf that means/ been listening to a bit of sidney bechet this morning and now the wolf is howlin from the speakers/ nice...
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