Dollund

I am with a couple of soldiers, all dressed up in the full regalia, helmet/ goggles the complete modern uniform. We are hurriedly shifting wall panels to expose the entrance to a secret passage – we are backed into a corner and some ominous force is in pursuit. (Somehow this whole dreamescape feels as if it is happening verbatim for the second time.) The narrow shaft now exposed the three of us drop down into it. What if one of us gets stuck?-

We are now hemmed in with no apparent means of escape. A long ramp – policed by a mean Dolph Lundgren wielding some sort of ill-defined long black weapon – slopes down to where myself and what seems to be young members of a kitchen staff are cowering. The space we occupy extends off to either side, offering a little cover/protection-

Dolph has thrown down several large oil drums, sending them crashing into the silver service trolleys and suchlike, creating much panic within our ranks – should he fire a flaming arrow(?) into the melee (as threatened) then we would be done for. Six jars of honey soon follow the oil drums and we all dash from side to side to avoid them, yelping and screaming in fear as we do so. I am anxious that a young woman named Lucy be spared a fiery demise – she has a round face with soft, quietly pretty features and large, dark eyes, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. It seems she was very nice to me on my very first day of secondary school and I sob deep, uncontrollable tears of joy when Dolph eventually agrees to spare her-

Biride

I am throwing a huge housewarming party (for a huge dreamescape house). Andy Bell from the band RIDE is there and, at first, he seems to be floating in the air, arms and legs outstretched as he drifts gently. He is wearing an old blue 'birdmania' RIDE t-shirt and I remark that I have the purple variation/edition and that his shirt is quite different from mine, with chunks of what look like rock scattered about the logo and rendered in the same orange print. There is also an illustration of an astronaut (with no visor) with a guitar – this is rendered in a nice purple/blue pastel style – who is tumbling through space just like Andy. A closer inspection shifts this drawing to that of an Action Man (toy) and I note the joints at his wrists-

Reffro

https://www.popsugar.co.uk/Emily-Ratajkowski

Kay Emm and myself are back at the old ground floor flat we used to live in – although the dreamescape has made the interior much brighter, far fresher and the place is more open plan, the front door opening into the sunlit living room. The (new) owner is not there-

A guy who lives on the top floor, a friendly chap with a stubbly beard, is talking to us together with his mother. He is going on a trip/holiday and asks if he can leave his giant rucksack and other luggage here so that, come his pick up time at 3 or 4 in the morning, he's spared the inconvenience of having to heave the epic load all the way from the third floor. We agree that this arrangement is fine and the pair of them leave-

(Much later) I am suddenly gripped by an intense fear. What if the new owner is not in as this agreed time? How will -?- get his bags? 12:39. I have to get down there. Should I walk it? Kay Emm and I hastily get our clothes on. Between us we decide to take a taxi – which somehow turns into taking a taxi to meet a (specifically requested) even larger taxi. There is now 9 of us?! At first it seems that this group is formed of relatives but it soon transforms into a family (of Iranian/Saudi origin) that are accompanying us. It's a wonder we are all able to squeeze into the taxi and two central armrests have to be folded up to create the necessary number of (legal) seats to accommodate us-

The ride through the dark city is tense and, as we approach the block of flats from the rear, I am eagerly looking to spot any sign of life – a light in the window, say, would obviously indicate the owner is home. It's not until we draw up out front that my fears are allayed. I can see some light escaping from between the ground floor window blinds. My only task now is to head up to the top floor to explain the situation to -?- - he mustn't mention we were in the flat to the new owner-

Before it's time for him to come downstairs I creep past my old flat and head upstairs, the close/stairwell becoming increasingly narrow and tight as I ascend. At the top I am confused by the name plates on each of the (undersized) front doors, and tentatively knock on the one to my right. The door is answered by a smiling lad with curly black hair, his beaming face looming unusually large against the reduced backdrop. He explains that -?- is already downstairs(?) and I immediately race off in that direction, able to grip the handrail so firmly with one hand that I can vault each run of steps, my feet barely touching the ground the whole time of my descent-

I meet -?- on my way down. He is with the supermodel Emily Ratajkowski (or someone who looks very like her – I'm not sure) and we stop and chat. They seem a little stretched, both their two shoulders definitely narrowed and rounded (almost so they can be comfortably fitted into my point of view). While we walk and talk I cannot help but stare at Emily R., trying (in part) to work out if it is really her or not. My last(ing) impression of the dreamescape is the image of -?- and Emily disappearing into my old flat, the deception(?) complete, the merest glimpse of the new owner's legs as she shuts over the front door, the bright light from within winking out as she does so-

Xeldi

I am laboriously tying my shoelaces ahead of meeting my friend Ay Arr to go to his house. It just seems to take me forever and I am conscious that I need to catch a train. I run down to the platform, gingerly crossing the railway tracks on my way. A train is leaving the station and I stop short as it pulls away, unsure whether to take it, leaving both myself and the hunched, dejected figure of Ay(?) alone. He seems good humoured as I talk to him and-

We are on the next train. I am sitting next to Kay Emm and we are discussing some reality television show, the girl sitting behind us chipping in (or trying to) from time to time. I see another friend Jay Dee together with Ay Arr sitting away off in the distance – this dreamescape carriage is vast, wide and immensely long – and I resolve to go and join them-

I approach a neat sized two seater couch and, with scarce a backward glance, sweep all the associated electrical cabling and accessories (that belong to the geeky, bespectacled boy presently occupying it) to one side and arrogantly sit myself down. I semi-apologise only to repeat the action-