Lortret

University Professor Eff Dubya and his brother. They are talking about the 'building report' assessment. Big blue wooden slatted house, like that of the Addams Family, and similarly spooky. I drew it. Eff Dubya is talking about its unconventional design. Kenneth Frampton's Modern Architecture book. Pictures of frog corpses crawling with flies. Took a while to work out that an image was a huge empty frog eye socket with flies crawling all over it. All very transparent, a light green/lime colour. Eff talks about how if it is built then people will come to eat and that it did not have to be built in a certain place because people would come to it anyway(?). In the student halls at University. Met two Charlatans fans and we show off our t-shirts to each other. Other folk were asking who they were. One guy looked very much like my friend Enn Ess but it definitely wasn't him. Was wearing my “Tim Negative” Charlatans shirt at the time-

Dirinth

I confront my upstairs neighbour in the close, quizzing him about the bubbled dampness to my ceiling. I perch incredibly on the slim dado rail in the corner. He answers and exits suddenly. I then talk to a "corruption" of my neighbour in the fresh air, standing atop some suspended concrete garden. I thumb through my collection of sketches endlessly, searching for my successful caricature of him-

Hruddle

At some sort of function with Kay Emm. Cold white environment, all rounded surfaces and abuzz with conversation. I am chatting to Stuart Braithwaite from Mogwai. He is smartly dressed and looks exactly as per the Every Country's Sun online 'making of' videos. I leave-

Suddenly I am wiping my bottom, two dirty great streaked wipes (the paper viewed in grotesque close up). From behind me I hear, "maybe you should pull the curtain when you wipe your bottom..." I'm surprised to see Stuart grabbing a beer from a fridge, the line of the curtain over to my left. I casually say I could just use the curtain to wipe my bottom and he says I'd better not!-

Something that seems to be a thread throughout this dreamescape is about (audience/attendance) numbers of 1000 - 3000 - 5000 people, 1000 being poor with 5000 being the most desirable and profitable(?). This feels quite critical and the thought of these figures continually bothers me. See you around, says Stuart when he comes up to me and I hear he is leaving. I give him a friendly response-

Kay Emm and I seem to be in a great labyrinth of a theatre. It has a plush red carpet and off-white walls throughout. I meet two guys and explain what I am doing(?) but at this point I only have an old print of my Burning Orphanage comedy script, with its plastic spine and biro amendments by myself. I feel it should be something else and the lack of this document confuses me and I stutter... What I should have in my possession relates to some sort of quiz/task that Kay Emm and I are appaently undertaking(?). I almost get in a fight or sense impending violence with one of the guys. We are walking outside and I am feeling tense, quite prepared to fight him, and he seems to feel the same towards me. I am not sure of the other guy either. See spray painted letters of "S" and "D", gold on a black timber background when we are walking. These relate somehow to the tasks we're undertaking. Kay Emm and I supposed to be collecting (proper versions of) these gold letters hanging on the theatre walls inside? When I am back with her - no idea how much time has elapsed - I recall she wants to go back outside with me to see these letters, but I really don't want to, being wary of the threatening guy-

Drinking with Vee Dee and we have three shots in quick succession. Next I know we are both standing in intense pain with numerous holly leaves stuck and caught in our clothing. I work out we have run through a holly bush in a sudden blackout of complete drunkenness and that I have a branch of holly jammed in just above my groin. The holly bush sits high on a white rendered/painted wall and drapes over the top, the drinks table/outlet we must have been stumbling for beyond it. Where the branch is jammed into my belly is really painful and, like the many leaves caught in my jumper, I'm definitely aware it needs to be pulled out. Sort of see the burial point in my skin in close up, the skin folding in, the branch jutting neatly out-

Luglit

Afternoon. Goes by. I miss a Critique/Presentation at University and the later The Charlatans concert. It is 7:41pm and the gig starts at 8:00pm. No way I will make it. I kick the VHS video clock. It jumps back to 7:33. Then switches off. Broken. My father comes in and starts commenting-

Wirrukle

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Myself and Heather Graham, talking to Eee Eff from my school days. We laugh about how everyone said he had a small penis at school and yet now it is an astonishing 13 inches long! I pick at a hole in the fabric of my dreamescape and a bee emerges. Soon there are 1000s of them, a whole swarm. I think how I should maybe run to the shower and switch it on, spraying water over the bees, drenching their wings, their sodden corpses piling up in the bath at my feet-

Sereppin

Myself and Kay Emm in a car. She is driving. Tightly packed network of inner city roads, some passing overhead, with crash barriers at the verge. Slightly claustrophobic. Varying between 2-3 lanes. No oncoming traffic, only appears to flow in one direction. Busy, travelling at 50mph or so. Startled to see a dog running, keeping pace with the traffic. It is a Dobermann Pinscher and is weaving in and out of the speeding vehicles, reappearing every time I anxiously suspect it has been hit/killed. Another 2 dogs join in this tense race of death, enthusiastic, running close to the car, accelerating past, continually dodging and weaving. At one point the traffic slows and there are concrete slab paths (inset in red chuckie stones) to the side of the road(s). A thick set brown/yellow-ish dog darts off at one such path - much to our relief - and runs alongside a pedestrian in a white shirt and kilt-

Arrive at a University(?) destination and enter a large foyer. It has a dark, almost black, mottled vinyl flooring and a high ceiling. Large windows ahead give a bright and spacious feel. What looks like great metal wind chimes - actually matt finished steel rods of different lengths - hang from a similar circular support (itself suspended from the ceiling) a few metres in diameter. Myself, Kay Emm (and now) Jay Emm spot Vee Dee flanked by two official looking gentlemen. I try and catch his (weary) eye as he converses with them. He wears a slight hang-dog expression of surprise when he notices us, and holds the pose for a long time. There is a stair from a floor below over to our right and a large circular architectural model - that I somehow envisioned/suspected completes the scene? - begins to emerge, carried by a number of people. It is made of timber and white plastic tubing, demarking some sort of ribbed exterior feature. Everyone joins in in the effort to attach the model to the metal rods, each one seeming to correspond to a rib on the outside. We are all scrunched up close trying to match these up-

Man comes from tree. Tree from the norm-