Saturday 26 January 2019

Ullurstun


Returning home to Largs after a very long time. Due to nuclear activity. Looking in our garden. It was full of animal life that had fled here in order to survive as we had. The timber chest from my bedroom was sitting in the garden full of goldfish swimming around. The grass was littered with all sorts of stuff. We were all sitting in the living room when the army turned up. A huge helicopter flew overhead and dropped a soldier in Cunningham Drive. Aware another soldier had been dropped previously but I didn't know how. I was thinking of John Wayne at the time. The helicopter pulled away and hovered over our house. I was afraid it would crash on us. Massive rails came down past the living room window and a tank came driving down them moments later. A vehicle that looked like a local council truck (carrying two fat, red gas canisters) that had been driving around suddenly turned sharply and made to drive up the rails to the helicopter. Kind of half on when it drove off and rolled on to its side. It smacked the side of the house. Could see a clear liquid leaking from the canisters while the rear of the truck burst into flame. We thought it would explode so my family all did a runner into what I expected to be the neighbour's garden. There was a bird box filled with magpies. The house next to our neighbour's had a fantastic roof crowded with chimney pots and in turn swamped by ravens and blackbirds. Like Emm's roof. So cool I wished I'd seen it(?)-

The garden beyond even that had huge slugs that looked like they'd slithered from the imagination of H.R. Giger. There was no truck explosion. My father said the driver only broke his toe. The slugs looked dead but I kicked one until it moved. Saw a small, normal slug for comparison. There were now disgustingly smooth, cool big slugs over at our garage(?) and small ones over at our outside clothes drier(?) despite the fact we were in someone else's garden. Some fish in a puddle near the larger slugs that I can recall from another dream - strange, billowy, stringy white bits on their face. Lots of other stuff lying around too. Saw the next house and moved out onto Irvine Road. Destination Fairlie. Just after Haylie Stores(?) was a path (which was very narrow, dark and overgrown) that would take us to Fairlie. My father and little brother walked ahead and said it was fine to proceed. I ran down it very fast. An overhanging rose branch rubbed up the middle of my bottom lip, cutting it badly-

Arrived in Fairlie. Waterfront pubs with areas for sitting out. Walking through it I was trying to hide my face. Saw school pals Jay See at one pub, and Cee Bee and Gee Ess at another. Tee Gee was at one, and Bee Haitch - actually said “Alright, Bob?” to him - at yet another. At the end I met my mother's cousin, Emm Arr. We were chatting and I had to listen, bored to my mother's conversation about Emm Arr. Desperately wanted to leave. Too dark, too dangerous for my father to let us go home on our own. I really wanted us to stay until midnight when the pubs shut so that I wouldn't have to talk to anyone I knew. Something about myself and my little brother swimming along from bay to bay on the shore to get home. Thought we had both drowned and that we were dead. Everything had gone black. Instead woke up in hospital later and my father was there-

Monday 21 January 2019

Kollebed


I'd been out with some pals and wanted to stay out, but decided to go home instead and, when I stuck on the telly when I got in an old school pal was on it (a Thom Yorke-alike guy) talking away - I mind thinking the bottom of his face was very saggy-



Then suddenly I was watching MTV2's 'Gonzo' show and Zane Low was talking on the couch to this teenager (15-16 years old). The boy had a baseball cap on backwards and as he's talking - he's quite chipper and upbeat - blood keeps seeping down from under his hat, pooling in around his eyes and stuff. So they keep pausing and cleaning his face up, but more blood comes and eventually the lines in his face begin to not clean up so he starts to look decidedly creased and haggard. The last thing I see (as they went to an advert break) was Zane Lowe pulling the guy's hat off to reveal a big matted, bloody patch of hair, and then giving him thon kinda matey rubbing his scalp with his elbow laddish thing-

Friday 18 January 2019

Lartule


In long, wide corridors, peopled on occasion by (British) Asians. The corridors have a deep blue, slightly fuzzy carpet, offset by the cold white walls. There seems to be lots of pairs of discarded nylon tights and ankle stockings strewn and piled everywhere and I am kicking them up as I walk around. There seems to be nothing but length after length of these corridors. I am talking to someone and they are showing me this small, but thick book. It has red leather covers and inside the text, also red(?) is simply incredible, so small, densely packed, with some sections printed at 90 degrees in little boxes. I am astounded by this amount of information as I flick through-

Thursday 10 January 2019

Flondle


Race. Me on a horse. Think it was against (my little brother in) a van. Coming up on the first corner the horse was in the lead, but I knew it would have to slow to take the corner itself and the van would catch up with us. For some reason we turned very tightly and the van transformed into another horse. So sudden. My horse became very frightened as this happened in such close proximity. We then carried on up the track road checking on the cows on either side. Each cow stood by a tree and a timber gazebo. One cow got stuck twice in a row as it kept getting its rear stuck in the gazebo steps. We would approach it to help and, in fear, it would wrestle free only to get stuck again as we retreated, forcing us to go back-

Saturday 5 January 2019

Terplit


I was rushing to get the train for Largs in Glasgow Central Station, which leaves from Platform 13. Except, once through the ticket barrier I kept dashing up a platform, realising it was the wrong one and subsequently having to run back. Only the kinda junctions between the platforms kept shifting here and there so it was really confusing. Eventually, when I got on the train it was all cool until the inspector came to check my ticket. Then instead of having a ticket I only had the tiny 5mm diameter circular piece of card that would be left over if had been punched, as if I'd simply picked that discarded piece up off the ground. So there I was trying to explain that away, where the rest of my ticket had gone-

Tuesday 1 January 2019

Bruzzit


I am with my old school friend Emm Dubya and we are in a busy sort of cafe lobby, like Nardini's in Largs, where there is a curved concave counter with two young girls serving and large windows to the street side. We are joshing and, I suppose, flirting with our cashier, having a good laugh. There is a chilly, Christmas feel to outside, the stark winter light, and I am conscious of the shoppers visibly bustling to and fro. Emm has a shot of warm whiskey and I order one too. It comes in a small plastic shot glass, like a sampler you'd get at an airport. I'm not quite sure if I'm ready for it (or allowed it!), drinking half and offering Emm the rest. The drink also comes with an oversized architect's triangular scale rule in a black zip ended protective case. It has zips at both ends and one is particularly squashed. I put the ruler in the case and am glad of being able to zip it up okay. I am stunned that all together this only costs£2.50! Through the glass we can see Kay Emm sitting outside with someone. The image is not clear, but Emm Dubya and I are sure we recognise him from his large glasses-



We are outside and I am showing Kay (and Emm Dubya?) my rucksack which I have jammed in hiding on a small retaining wall on the promenade. What is in the bag? We are watching Richard Dreyfuss in the water and we are tense as we can see JAWS coming towards him. We are shouting, scared, to him to get out. He does so just in time and the speeding shark squashes its nose comically against the side of a boat slipway. Emm Dubya has a note from his uncle(?) claiming credit for something (in the dreamescape?) that ends with the memorable words, "a rainbow tacked with fear."-