Wushlyre

I am walking on a dull and damp (feeling) day, a gentle drizzle falling (in the mind). The colours are muted. A silence falls over everything as I walk over a stone railway bridge, bushes and trees on either side of the line. (It could be my childhood home of Largs, such is the feel of the place.) -

I pass a man who enters the scene from a street to my right. He has a huge dog on a lead that, as he struggles to control it, leaps and bounds, pounding at the pavement/road. I'm quite surprised, not to say scared, by how slender a command he has over it -

I turn off to the same street on the right where another man allows his dog to chew on the boot of a fellow in a high-vis vest who lies struggling in the road. I intervene and the man calls a halt to his dog. The bloke in the vest, visibly shaken, gets to his feet. The man with the dog is of British Asian descent, with an almost creamy sheen to his beautifully smooth light brown skin, close cropped hair, a long, strong chin and small, bright and knowing eyes. By contrast the man who was under attack is jet black with a goatee beard and wide, imploring eyes – I almost get the impression he is apologising, as if I should not have gotten involved -

I look back at the British Asian man, who is slyly amused, smirking at my saying I will report him to the Police. I notice he now has a huge mop of curly hair, here greying, here dark. As I bluster and bumble in the face of his disconcerting indifference – not helped by the distraction of his victim seemingly interjecting on his behalf – I spot he has a car number plate hung about his neck, the letters and numbers on display across his chest. How silly of me to not think of using this to identify him to the authorities -

Cilernuh

The actress Tia Carrere (of the show Relic Hunter) is willing to pay 5 million pounds if my son (aged 3) will hunt her down (with a gun?) and try to kill her. I explain he's too young but ask about another wee boy (aged 6?) who is expressing an interest. Perhaps I could broker a deal for a 20% share, a cool 1 million-

Lavinia-

Lacantoab

Canal Boat Holidays: Barge, Narrow Boat & Canal Boat Hire in the UK

My long-time friend Aye Dubya and I are involved in some sort of canal boat race/venture.... only I seem to be speeding ahead without him (as ever...), somewhat conscious of this fact. At times the (narrow) canal has no locks at all, simply sloping up to dry land. At times like these the boat merely shrivels up akin to a long deflated balloon-

Are we racing against two young women? This attractive pair in their early 20s appear to be following me/us and there is definitely something of a rapport. One of them sports a light blue top, a single strap over one shoulder, that has material spikes 2-3 inches long all over the surface. I experience a pang of disappointment at one point when she takes it off – given the jaggy top's bulk it seems her breasts, quite small in another halter/crop top underneath, are not as big as I imagined-

I emerge from some sort of narrow tunnel next to a great building structure. A friendly enough guy with cosy(?) ginger hair and a blue suit approaches me, asking if I know where I am/what it is? He tells me it is Ibrox (stadium) and I try to feign that I am impressed (whilst inside I wish I had the courage to say that I don't care... that no one cares)-

Eruisq

I am at a 'teen party gig' at a house. Former The Stone Roses guitarist John Squire is present and he plays a new song on an acoustic guitar. It's very short and when he gets to the solo he either falters or fluffs (intentionally?) and stops playing abruptly. We all clap to help him find the time – too fast and we cannot. He gives us a mocking smile. I help find a slower rhythm. John then plays a short, sharp solo and again finishes up abruptly, the song over?-

Now outside, John is firing a cap gun at an upended popcorn paper bag (a return to his “prankster past”?. Foam? He then plays his solo album song Joe Louis which quickly descends into babble only to, as the melody nags, emerge into a jolly song (I Am The Walrus?) by The Beatles-

John Squire - Joe Louis

Pofp

Myself and my erstwhile work colleague Jay Cee. FOPP has shut. It is empty save for my old Hope Street Studio companion Dee Zee and a record player. We need to be at the Studio for 6. My old childhood neighbours Ess and his brother Bee Arr are there. We sit about-

I am now in Avalanche Records where they have two Acetone DVDs at £8 each. Unfortunately both are smashed – will still play? - so I ask if I may test them (without paying?). FOPP is shut-

The Acetone DVDs have now turned into audio cassettes. I play them at home and it seems to be a mixture of live and demo tracks. There is also a Verve cassette that I open. The price tag inside is £35!-

Lisab

Fawlty Towers on television. Basil Fawlty plus Jesse/Hanna/Manna, the man/boy from the television show Breaking Bad. We are outside in some vast sunlit garden (after a 'too spicy' Gourmet Night episode-alike altercation inside?). A smartly dressed black man and his (pregnant?) wife arrive to tend the plants. How much are they paid, I think, $10 and hour, and why?-

As she goes off to buy some odd (nutty?) food she's craving at the end, after Basil has paid everyone - somehow keeping most of the money for himself (with no protest from Manna or the couple) – we see from behind Manna the focus of the dreamescape switch to the rooftop in the background. Here, following an earlier argument, a young man and woman emerge and shoot Manna (dead?). I have to write this down, I say, as the titles, in purple hue/Spanish on black, roll – no credit for John Cleese? - as I cannot believe what I just watched-

Atokad

I am in a Woody Allen film. I am sure myself, work colleague Gee EmmCeeGee, A.N.Other and the actress Elle Fanning (Super 8, Neon Demon) are present. We are riding about young – at least as young as Dakota (Fanning)! - and carefree-

Only we come to a strange construct - sturdy steel bridges on either side for a triangular shape and we look over the third edge (to where the structures converge) and into the dim gloom below. I seem to the only one of the 4 of us who can discern a monstrous toad-like dragon creature hunched in the shallows, sheltering confident in the shadows under the low bridge to our left. I can just make out its fearful shape, its eyes lifeless and impassive. Is it Gee who is suddenly running there and swept up by the creature before I can bark a warning? Is the scene itself looping in the dreamescape, only now I'm down there too, helping/watching him fend it off by rapidly inflating a canvas dinghy from his backpack, thereby buying him/us precious time...?-