Vardso

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Attempting to kill Doctor Who's Davros in a high building. Shooting lots of folk. Helicopter at end. As Davros took off to escape in this mini-helicopter I threw a rifle which caught the rotors, jamming the whole thing causing it to crunch as exiting the building and blow up just outside the launch corridor-

Punnle

Underground network. Short, single person passages, forming corridors. Aware Jay Emm (an old university friend) is one passage ahead and that someone else is one stretch behind. I know too that there is a great line of us, all denoted with an 'M' on a list, moving slowly through this network. If the 'M' is circled you are okay. M it seems, stands for Mervyn. Joey/Chandler from Friends? Each passage is made up of white rectangular panels, perforated in texture. It seemed there wasn't even enough room to touch this surface properly and certainly not in any comfortable pose. Panels small, A4-A5 size, with black recesses, say 1-2cm between. Each person moves into the tight space then, after waiting, the panel in front opens and you move to the next. At one point there were 3 polythene 'eye' shaped gaps in the floor, with a giant zip up the centre. This is unzipped and there was a similar sheet, but with no opening, below. One lay on this and was zipped in tight, aware of glowing red points of life emanating through the unbroken sheet below-

Jirggle

Staying somewhere with my little brother. He is leaving to go to work. I feel in my mind it is about 11 in the morning. Then I realise it's much earlier and it's around 7am. I'm thinking I have a lot of time to myself before work when he leaves. He does just that and as I am musing on the time ahead he comes back in the front door - his Yale key is getting stuck and he cannot work the lock. It's sort of okay as there is actually a smaller door within the front door that he can open with another key, then he can reach in with his arm to unlock and let himself in. He does this to check. He leaves. I try my key in the lock and it sticks. Concerned, I need to go and see about fixing this-

I'm suddenly mixed up in a strange overlap of time. I'm experiencing people who worked on this (imaginary) Mansun anthology comic called 'SCAM' and we're in a room together chatting. There's a tall guy with glasses and another (less memorable) guy and they are visibly young at this point. I'm then going upstairs at some sort of rickety garret-style space, not much more than a door and staircase wide, where it seems some kind of student experiments/art projects are being carried out. I see a bottle of oil, puzzled that it has no cap/applicator. I dip the Yale key directly into it. It's dripping with oil but I then use flour to soak that surplus? The oil (I think) belongs to the tall guy with glasses, only he's now much older. He seems to be working on some sort of experiment with sheets of fibreglass or something and is scuffling about over them in this cramped and dusty space-

Foradle

Moon. Went all blue dots. Little girl said two large windows and a door. Blue exploded. Use nuclear bombs to blow up the debris. Hiding between two house eaves as shattered moon debris landed-

Small pieces – Dad said burnt up in atmosphere. Something else too, zombies or just other people?-

Whuddlalm

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Some sort of restaurant where my friend Cee EmmCeeEmm appeared to be employed. We went out partying after his shift and on the way home he went back into the darkness of this place to go to the toilet. He returned shortly, having given up. My friend Jay Gee then decided he was going in-

Now in daylight and surrounded by outside seating occupied by coffee breakers. I noticed the owner woman and her female assistant sitting nearby and ducked further down - I was already crouching - in by the cafe window. I seemed to be retching too, and was certainly spitting in the wee water run-off in by the wall. Next thing I am punching Matthew Perry from Friends (who is also lying down against the wall) in the face for getting us in to trouble by using the toilet. I am really punching him and he is pulling his standard Friends-era disgruntled face, whereupon I simply strike him again, harder. This continues for some time-

Cibodeo

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In an area very similar to Glasgow Central Station - the floor finish, materials and structural elements look the same, but the layout of the platforms, the gentle ramping, the guard railings and surroundings feel more varied and spacious. I'm either waiting for or have just got off a train. There are crowds of people and I am looking for the Beta Band. I can see them some way away from me, walking together in a line near a barrier. Their chosen 'uniform' in this case are thick Aran jumpers, each one slightly different, with bright coloured stripes, circles and blob patterns amidst the standard white wool. They all seem to have exactly the same John Maclean hairstyle. It's impossible to think I can reach them, but I end up bumping into and talking to "Panda", who I understand is their tour manager. I talk about how they have not played any big gigs for a while, thinking of the Glasgow Garage (where I can feel I doubt they ever played). He talks about their couple of Glasgow Barrowland concerts which I seem to have completely forgotten. Then he, my friend Arr Ayy and I seem to be on top of a railway coach or bus or something and we are heading across the station concourse straight for the exit. I realise as we approach that what we are travelling on is far too tall and we will not pass through the opening. As such I clamber from the moving vehicle onto the top of the WHSmith newsagents building. It seems to be 2 storeys tall and I am at the very top. The structure appears to be constructed of rather shaky polystyrene bits and I can look down from there on to the top of another storey that looks similarly unstable. Arr Ayy is next to me. She and I discuss the possibility of climbing down to this first roof and I gingerly climb over the edge and let go, dropping into the blocks of polystyrene-

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I am in a gloomy forest, heavy with moisture and moss. Great thick trees rise up tall towards the (unseen) sky. "Panda" and I are discussing if the Beta Band will play here and I have an impression there are many bands playing deep in the forest and we need to figure out which is the genuine article-