Madamya

I am in some sort of columned restaurant(?)/basement function area. The column nearest the entry point is silver, almost as if insulated and wrapped in tinfoil. I (somehow) discover that if you hug it, wrap your arms tightly around it, it passes a warm, soothing sensation through your body – like a rising, (not unpleasant) burning feeling from your stomach to the back of your throat. I am encouraging the other people present to try it – I am following and attempting to talk to a slender girl with a ponytail all clad in black-

Walking into the space it is a bottle shape in plan, the walls tapering in towards the entry point, columns dotted here and there, the basic tubular steel and timber furniture – akin to old school desks and chairs – arranged in between. At the far end of the room there's two flat television screens positioned in a V-shape, facing into the space. There is a Japanese animated film screening and I am very puzzled by it, taking it for My Neighbours The Yamadas but realising, due to the traditional animation style and character designs, that it is not. It appears to be something (I'm not familiar with) called It Titto Tutt(?). Thinking to check a (handy) TV Guide I find that all the text is in Japanese, being very dense with the occasional illustration. 131?161?-

I notice the warm silver clad column has changed shape, becoming thicker around the bottom half so that it too resembles a bottle shape-

Rocotcoro

In a dreamescape home environment, similar to that of my childhood, the upstairs loft conversion. I am with friends Jay Emm, Ess Ayy and 2 others. I am kind of regretting having invited them to my home – not so much due to their laddish behaviour which in itself is more a tendency towards open, amused, brashness – but simply their being at odds with my own quiet, restrained nature (and my parents obvious preference for the same). We all sit, cross-legged, and I ask if anyone wants me to put some music on - cue a close up of my shelves of CDs – in spite of my (further) concern that neither Jay or Ess will think much of my collection. After much hesitant humming and haawing I take the plunge and pick CDL/CML? (or something titled like that). I look again while it is playing – its gentle, off-kilter ambient electronica that I thought was a recently acquired album by To Rococo Rot. I ask if anyone would like pork sandwiches and all are in agreement-

Much to my dismay when I go downstairs my mum has chopped and "crackled" the pork, frying it to give it an intentionally crispy, crunchy fatty edge. She comes upstairs(?) and asks the assembled if they would like to, “join us for dinner?”. I make huge excuses for everyone (as I hark back to my 'brash' concerns, worried as I am even now about what might be said). Do I salvage the situation with pork slices in rolls? I chat with one of the two A.N.Others – tho he mentions he knows (an) Elissa(?) - about the structure of the loft/roof conversion. It seems to be slightly unusual with several loose timber facias to the inside-

Kworky

I am somewhere in America. It is a green, deeply lush environment, all grassy fields, blooming trees and bushes with a humid, drizzly air. My brother-in-law and I are driving up a gently winding road admiring this (country)side. As we motor along we are searching (through our minds) for a house we visited years earlier. There are several coming up on our left and it is with a collective sadness, with genuine heavy hearts, that we find the house of our fond memories to be derelict, the clapper board abode collapsed in on itself. In fact it takes us some time to even realise it IS this house and when the truth finally dawns we suddenly become worried about the family who used to live there, about the two sons and the (most welcome and excellent!) pizza we shared there. There is a vintage bus out the back and the winding metal stair to the upper deck seems to confirm for sure we are in the right place-

We get talking to a neighbour(?) and we are delighted when he announces that the old owners are approaching – here come the two sons looking much older, heavier, their hair greying. They look quite 'simple' but greet us with warm, broad smiles and show us their portable market stall. I am tempted to buy a small elf outfit for a baby that retails at $7.99 but (in a move that I just cannot help but regret) I don't-

Stuzdio

I am with a former Art Studios tenant Dee Zee and the actor David (Stranger Things) Harbour. There has been some sort of demonic trade. Dee has deep red skin and two v*ginas, back-to-back, that she shows us. Her an*s has consequently moved up her back to between her shoulder blades. She does a sh*t to demonstrate. David Harbour has a huge p*nis and his an*s has also relocated up his back-

I am walking with a young Latino boy of about 10 years of age. He has a bad leg and is supported by myself as we go, his little brother holding my left hand as we make tentative, unsteady progress-

Luttintie

Myself and an old primary school (female) acquaintance Jay Eff at my brother, Dee Emm's? She and I are out together but I am adamant that Kay Emm knows this, and that nothing happened – purely innocent-

The dreamescape becomes a cross-section through an organic, conger eel-esque underground train. The train is populated by a changing roster of freakish, skeletal occupants who sit and stare, piercing bright white eyes glowing from in under their dark, unsettling sockets. This section moves as I see three times-

I break the cold tap in the bathroom. It is almost like a bottle screwcap and water is spraying everywhere. I need my big brother to fix it – there's a bit of sprung wire inside I'm sure – and he uses some white, not metal(?), and drops it at one point before warning me to let it cool in his attempt to repair-

Ghillham

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0929673/

Grange Hill. Mr Griffiths the janitor. We are in an 8-sided, lantern-esque-shaped elevator with alternate black wrought metal in an ornate-plain-open configuration. The roof or covering above us has been shorn like an open tin and we hang, an ever-changing number of anxious occupants, by this dwindling metal thread-

Flobbiq

I am in a vast, cavernous vessel, acutely aware that where I am standing is under the waterline. Great tunnels (for want of a better word) intersect, the walls all finished with tiles – they are a mix of white and another primary colour to help identify the route. Suddenly water is spilling into my environment and I rush around frantically in the hope of escaping the onrushing flood. I cannot however, and I stop dead (in every sense), preparing to be sandwiched between the twin deluges-

Under the water and struggling for breath I step outside of the dreamescape and watch James Bond (as played by Daniel Craig) and Valkyrie (from Thor as played by Tessa Thompson) swim up and then away. They are naked, their bodies entwined in a curiously coy but sexual manner, attempting to shield each other's genitals and yet subtly exposing themselves at the same time-

I am then sitting at a long table immediately facing the comedian Frankie Boyle, the comic artist Frank Quitely (and a baby?). I start to tell Frankie that I had a dream about him and he seems to be quite interested. I am suddenly interrupted by a rousing chant of "Stuart! Stuart!" I'm not really clued in to what is going on and neither am I that interested, being more concerned about what the neighbours will think of all the noise and whether they'll be disturbed. I turn to see a row of giant individual eyes inset into a brown wall, with people sitting in silhouette approximately in the space between each one. Are these great eyes the so-called Stuart? Does the crying baby punch a huge eye?-