A series of interconnected dreams: I am working in an office, showing two men something when my phone rings. Its my elderly mother and all of us can hear her trembling voice. She is saying ‘Have I heard what Captain Scarlet has been saying?’. She is worried about something but the men burst out laughing. ‘Captain Scarlet says I shouldn’t accept the parcel’. In a desperate voice she repeats ‘What is happening to me?’. I hang up.<\/p>\n
Then I am on a train journey back to London or somewhere I live. It is a small train that snakes through a curving and hilly track. My phone rings again and it is either my mother or my dead father talking to me about her. I miss my stop, searching frantically for my rucksack with my computer in it.<\/p>\n
I end up having to stay in a hotel, after considering joining the young people sleeping in the open. I wake up in the night and can see the reflection of a woman’s face in the air directly above me. Its rather frightening even though I am trying to think of rational explanations. I close my eyes and am awoken by a skinny woman sitting on my bed. She says ‘I am really interested in toilets but you look attractive’. She is keen to have sex with me. I get up out of bed saying ‘I think not’. I lead her to my hotel room door where there is a man dressed in a female nursing sister’s dark blue uniform. I give the woman to him. He is a psychiatric nurse and she has escaped. I wonder around the neighbourhood. It is about 5 in the morning and just getting light. I watch youg girls in corset shops practising putting corsets on shop dummies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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