I demonstrate to a sweet family that I have no choice but to take a straight line through their property, destroying whatever lies in my path. The line leads to the wide space beyond their small home. Despite being disturbed by my action the family want to follow me.
Having climbed down physically demanding metal ladders we find ourselves in a vast artificial cave full of naked hippies. Suddenly the plastic glitter sand begins rolling like water creating huge waves. It is all motorised and a lifeguard is on patrol to check that no-one drowns.
A mother and baby are hurriedly shown out the back way to a taxicab, avoiding the main Dream Customs gates. They get through without disclosing any dream.
"I don't have any more dreams to tell," my dream self complains."I'll have to tell you mine instead," says his twin.I'm not happy about it but agree to accept the offer as a compromise.
Judy Garland and Ruby Wax stand by the harbour front where I am walking my dog on a long lead. The lead gets tangled up around Ruby Wax. I call to the dog and she comes immediately. Judy Garland says, "I'm impressed, you've trained her well, ROBIN."
(That kind of memory is the sign of a true professional.)
Laid out on a table are about one hundred archeological finds that look like misshapen gallstones. Each is a symbolic sculpture representing a filthy abusive insult.
I am on a small ferry lying on the ground by a bunk bed. The waves through the porthole are like a wall of water twice as high as the boat. The captain advises us to lie with our feet facing the direction of travel. I am nervous but stay calm knowing the crossing is short.
Sometimes I have problems remembering what to do with my foot when I walk. I have to tell it what to do. It is as if everything has to be learnt for the first time and I am just pretending that I can do it.
I am using a huge machine to print out a photocard of baked beans. An enterprising Polish man tells me we should be much more ambitious. We should aim to be modern day Brothers Dalziel and get an image in the Bible. You're made then he says.
I am directing the young boy in my dreams. He is trying to drag a GENET (a female donkey) up from the ground. If there was something this boy didn't understand the first time round, we know that he may be able to grasp it years later. The boy will never age because he only exists in dreams.
Walking down Camberwell New Road at night I see a Victorian dray horse lying dead by the roadside. It is completely flat. Its harness and reins are still intact.
I am under a Thames bridge with a dog. The dog runs off up the steps of the riverbank towards the busy main road. My new girlfriend chases after him. Why didn't she put the dog on the lead? I shout to her but can't remember her name. This relationship has no chance of succeeding.
You stood there, your head darkening, turning scarlet and deep blue. Your face now a long red oblong with a blue border, covered with thick yellow buttons.
I am walking across the central Australian desert with an unknown companion.
An apparently deranged woman brandishes a knife at the canteen cashier. A quick thinking customer presses the alarm button and the security grilles drop down. The woman acts as if nothing has happened and nonchalantly picks a fork and spoon from the cutlery tray. Had we all made a mistake in assuming her guilty?
I am coating a moulded sheet of plastic with a sand based paint. The sand is not adhering to the plastic. This is a primary school task that someone else should be doing and I'm managing it badly. Who am I doing it for?
A street performer in Charing Cross Road swings a scimitar at his young son, narrowly missing his head each time. The man is slightly cackhanded and at one point the scimitar flies off almost puncturing a lorry's tyre. I can see that some people are going to take this the wrong way and will imagine they are under attack.
My usual therapist is away so someone else stands in for one week. I tell him everything in forty minutes. In that time he changes sex and the room mutates five times. I thank him for a profound experience.
With my moustache and thick greying hair I know I am a bit old and sleazy to be in the band, but I have good ideas for the lads. As they are so useless at harmonising musically, I suggest we mix different combinations of their underarm odours to create an exquisite album of smells.
In a public toilet I meet three naked figures. The first guides me in: he is a man who was once an exciting lover. The second is a young man who rejects my advances. The third has no genitals like a shop window dummy.
