Entwift

Going for the train. Walking down with "fat Jay"(?). Got on the train. Gee EmmCeeAy was there and Kay Ell and Eee EmmCeeEll. Jay sat with some other folk. Totally run for the train? The seats were dead weird. Gee EmmCeeAy lying on top of the seat headrests on a raised level. The others talking together. Didn't know where to sit. Gee EmmCeeAy fell off the strange upper seats bit-

Gyorrt

Staying at a pals' house - they wake me in the morning saying we're done, that the world has succumbed to 'deep heat' - I can see this slightly because what I'm about to describe is somehow visible through the gap in the door they've peeked through to tell me all this... So I get up and get dressed-

Next thing I'm outdoors, where everything is all washed-out, autumnal colours - faded yellows, browns, kinda like archive footage. I'm in this wide square, busy with lots of concerned folk, walking about quietly talking amongst themselves. Two large, brown brick tower blocks (which I know are exactly 17 storeys high) are off to the left. The trees are absolutely still as there's no wind (but a sense of warm air lingers) and have the absolute minimum of leaves, one per branch. There's an odd sense of futuristic utopia coupled with absolute dread. The planet is screwed and so are we. "About time - a bit late" is what I told my pals as they went off to do some recycling-

Naturally I headed off to one of the tower blocks to wash my Adidas tracksuit top which was soaking in a basin of water there... As I reach the lower level 'open air' lobby area I pass this pudgy little kid singing a line from a hymn - like, but not, a sort of Spiritualized lament version of 'away in a manger'. This scene then repeats, the kid's singing freaking me out this time-

I'm then in a Land Rover heading out into the country where we encounter a farmer with a herd of cows on the road. The animals rampage past us up close, their eyes noticeably rolled back in their heads, the bloodshot whites right at the vehicle window. As we finally pass through a cow at the back breaks away, following us, dashing puppy-like round and round the motor as we go, quite enthusiastic and unafraid. Next thing we're standing in the road - the cow's been shot and is dying, lying in the middle of the road. There's also some bloke in a brown mac atop of it too. He's also been shot and, as he dies he says his name's something like "Wentworth"...?-

Burxle

Large silver cylinder (for making something?). Higher up is a grey corrugated flexible tube coming off from it, 2 feet in length, approx. 3 inches in diameter. From this comes condensed runoff. Seems my task to connect it into another similar tube to catch this moisture. I do this but still sporadically leaking/retconning and needing fitted again-

Surdammelli

http://bloody-disgusting.com

Aliens. Males and females (distinct by having the backs of their heads split into two, forming almost like horns). There are 7 of them. There are 5 or 6 of us (humans) on the spaceship. Killed some with an explosive tip bullet. Attacked by some and hacked them to bits with anything that came to hand. Came in through a gap in the lift. Blocking it up. We had all survived with only 1 Alien left when, waiting for it to attack, the scene changed-

Now in Greece, apparently the only place left in the world. Sea stretching for miles. All normal, the surviving Alien now looked like Sharon Stone. In a massive library full of Marvel graphic novels and the like. Stole money from a house and ran away, scared that I would be killed, hiding it in the ground. Wanted my University life back. To go home. Sharon Stone said our containment time was up... but somehow it overran. Had sex with her and a member of the crew. Feeling-

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Eventually got back onto the spaceship. Thought there wouldn't be enough oxygen. But Lurch (from the Addams Family) was at a control panel making things go okay. Seemed to have a couple of minutes but he saved the day. Computer screen-

Brofortyunn

https://alchetron.com

At a large outdoor park, slightly run-down with Kay Ess. A lion, that I recall from being there before, runs at us, veering off at the last second. We can't remember if the animals here are tame or not. I spot Frankie Boyle walking there, trussed up in his hatted disguise. I run over to him and ask him some questions, overjoyed when I remember to ask him about the comic he's working on. A leopard races by, baring its teeth. Kay Ess is upset, scared of the ponies that are eating in the stables. We cannot get past for fear-

Twephenx

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Family and my father, my mother, my big brother and gran are there. We are on some sort of holiday, all rooming together. Have we climbed lots of stairs up to our room? There is some sort of concern about fire. We are all responsible for packing our cases of luggage and need to be ready soon. Seems we are leaving. I am sorting my clothes, thinking of the wardrobe I will spare to wear (for the journey?) and the rest that needs to be packed. I cannot, simply cannot think too straight as I can't find my underarm deodorant stick. The hunt for this is tense. I feel aware that as the tension rises I am getting sweatier underarm by the minute. A vicious circle. I eventually find the deodorant in my rucksack. It seems like everyone is expected to go for a shower but no one, my mother aside, wants to. Hear the sound of the shower running through the wall. My Dad puts the radio on and the music emanating from it I am quite sure is 'Digeridoo' by Aphex Twin. Through the static - it's not the best reception and it took a while even to find this station - I am sure it is that and I say to everyone that they should listen to it, or as much as they can stand, knowing it is heavy techno. The soft Irish voice of the DJ fades in over the intro and introduces the track. My dad sits quite still on the edge of his bed, hands in his lap and I watch, impressed, as he listens intently to the whole thing. The version we hear is not as hardcore as the actual recording, and many vocal samples dip in and out a more laid back interpretation, the music at times edging closer to the looping swooshes at the beginning of Prodigy's 'Skylined' [Narcotic Suite]-