Nyannyarra

Millport. Power cuts. Due to a lightning strike. Some pub also involved. Running about in the streets. Driving about in some van. Strange and Castlevania-esque setting. Up in the air was a room with Frankenstein's monster in it. He was visible standing in an open archway. On either side there was a cage, one with something like Dracula in one and The Wolfman in the other. Had to do with hitting Dracula or The Wolfman in some way as to create a bridge that would extend from the archway of Frankenstein's room and connect them to the other side of the huge room (where they were currently on the underside of the ceiling). Thought I'd done it, the arch(?) opened and the monster walked into The Wolfman's cage and was now on the loose, chasing me. I was once again removed from the action as I switched to an onlooker, watching the monster chasing the guy in among pillars. He eventually caught him and started to strangle him-

Yustle

Walking in what I feel is Greenock city centre. I walk along by the River Clyde, aware that I have followed the same route 3 times, round by the High Court, which has a small unassuming entrance secreted under a vast black brick building. I'm impressed at my powers of recollection, having not been here since early childhood. I walk up what I know to be the High Street. I'm back under the Court building, which I sense is on fire. People are panicking. I shelter under a great eave that stretches out over the water, covering a small corner walk or pathway above the river. I know the game is up when the ridge tiles of this vast roof slide off into the water below in a spectacular, if terrifying, fashion. Now on a sinking boat on the water. I am climbing desperately up to the upper decks as the boat turns over slowly, preparing to sink to its watery doom. I ignore a life raft, its launch too time consuming an exercise. I also pass by several sets of moulded plastic seats intended to float when released into the water. I reach a timber bench, with rope loops round the perimeter, which I know will float. I grab this right away, as the boat arches upwards and plunges finally into the water. The seat is torn from my hands by the force of this and I remember my last view of this life; looking up through the sweet green water, back-lit by bright sky, a few items from the ship spiralling above as I'm sucked hopelessly in to the watery depths below-

Runtle

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Richard Ashcroft, the singer from Starsailor and Phil Selway from Radiohead have formed a supergroup (of five, I'm sure, though the others are not present). This scene feels black and white to me, and Richard Ashcroft in particular is youthful as in his heydays. The three of them are joking and laughing and there is much hilarity about Richard putting a thumbprint at the back of some document - it seems this will become a trademark- 

On a bus that is driving along quiet winding roads. It is late, and outside, rather than being dark (as it feels) is sort of uniformly grey, the landscape nondescript, just cropped grass hills stretching off in every direction. The bus does not appear to have lights on and there is not other traffic. I can almost see the twisting road going on forever, and seem to be (at times) viewing the scene from high above. There is myself, a young woman, Kay MacDee, and the driver on the bus. The woman and I are sitting up the back at opposite corners of the wide rear seat, Kay MacDee's head visible further down and the driver's shaven head at the very front. The bus is quite basic inside. At one point - almost as if it were in a glitchy old computer game - the bus topples onto its side as it takes a tight corner and we are in a strange slow motion, almost comical crash (where there is no damage). Almost immediately the driver seems to be apologising ans we are on our way again. Clearly the young woman and I put on our seatbelts in our opposing corners, exchanging words. In fact, the driver turns us around (awkwardly) and heads back in the direction we came. We are then in some sort of brightly lit services stop, only the sign 'ADEON' would clearly suggest - to me, even though it is not 'ODEON' - it's a cinema. Is the driver away to the bathroom or to watch a film? I am puzzling over a display, a sort of plastic upright with a yellow tray around chest height, that holds three tall glasses of sparkling water. Are they free? I take one and somehow it seems to fizz over constantly, making a mess on the floor. Eventually I work out that there;s a smaller, yellow, cap-like, cup to hold under the glass to catch the fizz. Another woman, evidently as puzzled as I am, takes one too- 

Walking past a charity shop and notice that it has been partially stripped out inside, timber partitions stripped right back to the supporting studs to allow you to see through. I go into this shop and look about. It seems (to me) that this is for the League of Gentlemen television series. I remember they have scenes set in a charity shop. I can sense a TV crew there, but no one makes themselves known to me or appears. Part of the shop interior seems to have been set up to recreate an elaborate array of gas meters and associated facilities- 

Pulp's 'Sorted For Es and Wizz' is playing and I am puzzled to hear Jarvis Cocker refer to ecstasy as 'X' in the lyrics, as I know this American slang-

Momvith

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Walking up through the pillar bits of Glasgow (the big buildings up by the University) with my friends Ess Ess, Pee Bee and Eee Eff. We walked past a pillar and a prostitute behind it came out and started following us. Freaky! I threw something over my shoulder and it hit her in the face. Frightened I apologised. By the time we reached Kelburn Primary School playground and turned round the prostitute had been replaced by a young, cute red-headed girl (who looked like Melanie from Neighbours). She was asking me out. Thinking about it I asked what age she was. She said she was 12 and Eee Eff exclaimed loudly, unbelievably, "12??!" She said that she was joking and that she was 16. I was 19. Pee Bee was laughing the way he does. Meanwhile another friend, Aye Pee, was telling Ess Ess that he was going to absolutely kick his head in. The girl asked me for my phone number. I gave her it and took hers also. Her number was 0471 63352-

Prumtin

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A lagoon lake. A Mel Gibson film. He and a woman are driving along a country road that ends suddenly, tapering away in corrugated sheeting. Beyond this lies a crystal blue yet slightly sinister and gelatinous water. Two guys, a black man on the left and a white on the right, emerge from this clinging entity, chatting to mel and the woman. The men then go back under the water, the surface sealing itself neatly about them as they disappear. Mel and the woman then pass through the surface, concerned that they will drown when completely submerged. They soon discover, however, that the air is pure, enveloping an environment of crystal clarity-

My friend Dee Tee and myself. Both moving to new work, undertaking the necessary studies to do so. We both enter a modern university-ish building. We wait outside a door, aware that interviews are taking part therein. Behind us is a locked timber door, from which small choking noises are emanating. These build slowly into great, unsettling, vomitting hacks, punctuated by tortured gasps. The door opens and a small, distressed young student with glasses emerges. She leaves via another door-

Durdullin

In a room and talking to some smart gent about something. I'm conscious of a big screen showing a film in the dark room next door, and am trying to pay attention to our conversation at the same time. The screen is visible through the door jamb (which in fact seems to be huge, or perhaps I am zooming in on it). The screen itself then fills my vision, and it cuts from scene to scene. The first, most vivid, scene is a shot from below, a heavy, hairless scrotum and a penis pumping into a vagina. The image is incredibly sweaty, beads of sweat and bodily fluids running and dripping on the moving flesh and thighs. There is a cluster of related images in quick succession. The very last of these flashes of sexual imagery (and the one which it took me some time to decipher) looked like an actual slice through a vagina from the side - as if placed against glass, the (admittedly plant-like) cells and section of sliced tissue visible - as a (whole) penis pumped away. Then, after it seemed to have ejaculated, sperm glugging everywhere and pooling inside the vagina, the penis became a light green snake and snapped forward, clamping its elastic jaws tight around the head of an exotic tree frog that had been sitting calmly in the sperm filled vagina slice-