Surkle

In a docklands area. All very run down, disused and overgrown with rusty old oil drums everywhere. Huge brick banks with the water below. If you fell in you would have no hope of getting back out and would have to swim like mad. I fell in. It was very frightening. Rusty pipes and stuff about. I think I had been chased down there or had wandered down there by accident or against someone's wishes and was lost-

Cuvessin

Vast architectural studies building, situated in what seems like a giant amphitheatre. The construct is long, curved at each end, and rises several stories, each thinner than the previous, tapering to the flat roof. The walls are fashioned entirely of glass, punctuated here and there by upright supports and floors. In the centre there stands a conical wooden circulation and office space, rising like a submarine tower up through the building. As I allow my thoughts to drift through the building I see chairs and tables ordered into study and tutorial groups. There isn't a student to be seen-

Yettid

On a cruise ship(?) with my father and older brother and we are moving cabins (between ships). I seem to have agreed to some pact, or there is some power, that means my older brother is in (complete) charge of me. We are moving a LEGO man collection. There are lots of little figures and I am carefully taking the heads off them. There is an astronaut Legoman - of the simpler, 80's grey variety - who has large square blocks attached to each if his feet. These are made up of several square, but flat, bits of Lego stuck on top of each other. The very bottom piece is translucent orange to give the impression of a 'booster'. These blocks keep coming to pieces and falling off his feet, which I find frustrating, constantly rebuilding. There is a large square piece of Lego, slightly contoured with flat black pieces, that each figure need to be 'tapped' in and out of as this seems to track/register them - is this so they can track who is using a child's Lego gun? I just tap the feet of each figure for a second and then I'm done. My brother asks me to get him a whale skeleton kit at either 1:1000 or 1:2000 scale. In fact, he asks me a second time and I am deeply annoyed, really raging, at myself for forgetting-

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On a wide carpet-covered walkway. It looks internal, but it feels as if I am outdoors on the docks (without being in any way apparent). The carpet is a deep red and I am walking at a very brisk pace, clinking my nails of the dividing fat tubular steel handrail (on the same uprights). At a certain moment I have a flash of the image of a Sperm Whale and think about its bone structure in relation to how a model kit of its skeleton would look. I overtake my Dad - somewhat rudely, I know - in my rush. I have a beer can(?), which is long like an aerosol, with exactly the same concave bottom, and a swirling pattern very like the Brasso design. Somehow my Dad catches up and begins talking about the rubbish we've left behind in the cabin we've vacated, books, videos (and something to do with Babylon 5)-

Tansitle

At Presto's supermarket, Largs. Talking to Gee or he was hanging around. Went out on my lunchbreak with my friend Cee Haitch. Wandering about Largs. I wanted to get back in 1/2 and hour in case I missed Kay Gee's visit. Walking out of town. Came to a street that looked like this-

Across the road was all grassy with wild flowers and bathed in sunshine. We were going to go to the right to head back to the store but instead we took the left. The scenery was all very valley-like, like the Glen or Kelburn Country Park. The landscape was all very dark, rocky, mossy, green, and steep with plenty of pools, streams and small waterfalls. Up very high amongst trees which were tall, twiggy with a smooth grey bark and no leaves. Lots of rope bridges, like so in plan-

Rope bridge (1) was nearest to us, going from our left and out. Much further down to our right was another large rope bridge (2) that spanned (near) the valley floor. To our far left there was a further bridge (3) that hung in the air about 25m off the ground-

There were vines trailing from this bridge and onto bridge (2). There were so many twigs and overhanging branches that Cee Haitch commented about how like Tarzan it all was. Encouraged to swing on the branches and so on. Seemed to recall about the huge alligator that lived in the pools here as the area seemed so familiar from somewhere else. I accidentally slipped over the edge where we had been standing and was left struggling to hold on, losing my grip. At this point I became an onlooker rather than a participant. It was like I was watching a Tarzan film. I had been replaced by a blonde, loincloth-clad Tarzan-type together with a dark haired explorer type. As Tarzan slid towards the pools and rocks the explorer guy took up a position on the second rope bridge to our left. He kept nearly falling off, scrambling and hanging onto the ropes at the side. He eventually fell, joining Tarzan in the pools below. I then seemed to become the explorer type as I was suddenly guddling about amongst the close rocks of the valley floor. The alligator had been about and I had lost Tarzan who had gone in for the kill. Now in amongst running waterfall environment when I saw Tarzan like so-

He had trapped the nose of the alligator under some white football goalposts. By using the edge of a rock he had somehow managed to to wedge it. Thinking its snout would shatter I thought about the goalposts' means of support and, as the water from the fall splashed over them it all slipped, vaulting the alligator into water and rocks below. Tarzan and the posts followed. Again I became a removed onlooker, watching Tarzan clatter off rocks and finally disappear under water. Now viewing from underwater, Tarzan struggling as he attempted to get his bearings. Through the gloomy water I could see a dark shadow at his rear. I thought it would be the explorer type and not the alligator. Whether it was or wasn't, the 'gator suddenly appeared up very close and everything went crazy. Loads of thrashing in the water, visions of the 'gator's tail as it struggled with Tarzan. After a momentary loss of what was happening I saw Tarzan had pinned the 'gator to rocks by a piece of splintered wood-

The alligator looked like a sort of Aardman Animation style (Chewit's monster) now. As Tarzan went in for the kill it spoke to us. It was like it also had some form of a drawing on its underbelly. I'm sure it was of (my old school friend) Cee Cee and it looked like-

The alligator gave us a big speech about being moved (by us) to a smaller pool further up the slope. We co-operated, placing it in a puddle barely deep enough to cover it. The pool was up near where we first overlooked the scene-

The characters had now reverted back to Cee Haitch and myself. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if the pool got very hot and dried out. Would the 'gator die? Then there were 3 of us. One of us, who somehow seemed to be Tarzan again, tried to swing/climb by vines up to the suspended rope bridge in the sky. Really scary because he kept holding on and falling off and then swinging back. Eventually he made it and, as he stepped through the large wooden poles to the left God appeared. Suddenly, once again an onlooker, I could see 3 people being transported across a gorgeous sunset on a huge hand-

God had a bushy white beard and hair with light blue robes-

Arriving back I was now myself again. Back at the house I was going to see Jay Eff to tell her how I felt about her. I was going to her room or house - I knew where it was. Instead I ended up in our back garden where my little brother,old friends Pee Dee and Cee Dee (amongst others) were playing football. They asked about the tiny cigarette I was smoking. Glad had given all the travellers on the hand one each. I took three small draws and than a deep one. It was really, really smoky. I stubbed it out until it was obliterated on the ground. Then I knelt down and blew away the ashes so that my Mother and Father would not notice them. I really wanted to keep the cigarette stub-

Divtan

Two brothers, one aged about 14, tall and skinny, athletic, striped shirt, bushy hair, the other younger, aged about 8. We watch as the sun, in an excited molten state, spirals the earth aggressively, bearing down, then veering away at the last moment, a furious mass consuming the sky. I think how many years pass as this accelerated process continues, this herald of the end of days-

Blussle

In a modern kind of craft/bric-a-brack shop with Kay Emm. Lots of small shelves, muted colour scheme - lots of white and grey - packed with ornaments, bowls and jewellery. She and I are admiring a small porcelain penguin with a tall spoon (that it holds like, say, one would a staff). It's a very gentle design, with smooth shapes and little features. We leave the shop and return later. I am worried that the penguin has gone and cannot see it on the shelf. It turns out it has been moved to a smaller shelf high on the wall behind the counter. We buy it and I am speaking to the lady who runs the shop and she tells me she has no bubble wrap and that she thinks it better to wrap sunglasses in sandpaper-