Rental seems to be really taking off in the family at the moment. I’ve just installed three lodgers at H’s house, Dante is living in a rented houseboat on the river Lea and H is going to be renting a place in London while she does a PhD and before possibly selling up and buying there. So, here’s a newsboard I photographed outside Archway Tube station yesterday.
strange things
Identity theft
It is a kind of art installation. We see a room full of people, then two invisible men in black hooded costumes come in and silently marshal away two of the people and take them outside. Strangely, the people are still present in the room but they are lifeless grey forms now and their friends and relatives shake them in panic but cannot rouse them to respond. A caption comes up. It reads ‘Don’t be a victim of identity theft’.
Predictive dream
How strange to dream of African armies and of being a doctor a few days before seeing The Last King of Scotland. I had the dream, strangely, after seeing V for Vendetta on DVD.
This ship used to be seaworthy – now it isn’t
I am in the navy, on board a ship or even a submarie that is sinking – sinking slowly. I am by my bunk. A woman who is in charge or is a commentator comes in and tells us we need to evacuate. I take the time to put on a warm pullover because I think it may be cold in the lifeboats. I even have time to go into a drawing room and take some documents and money that I want to take with me. The woman says ‘this ship used to be seaworthy – but now it isn’t’.
Then I am with others in a wide open space in India or some exotic country and it is night. I look up at the sky and in addition to bright clear stars there are golden symbols in the sky and a golden swarm of points of light. We are stunned by their beauty.
I awoke with a song
Somehow I awoke with ‘Fools rush in.. where angels fear to tread’ in my head – or my mind, if that is somewhere in my head. What is my unconscious doing?
Just before I go, one last dream
I slept badly last night. I had to be up at 6.30 but woke at 3 and found it hard to get back to sleep. I did but only for a brief moment. Long enough to dream about reconciliation. I was in H’s kitchen. I was close up to her and couldn’t see her just hear her voice. She had sensed that my resolve to leave had weakened and was holding on to me and being extremely familiar even while her lodgers and one of our children’s voices could be heard in the hallway. ‘Just use me as you see fit’, she kept saying.