so this is very behind.
It all started with an illegal street party
Meeting with an old famous reporter?
(Woodward & Bernstien-esque)
or famous playwright.
remember to mention my name ... Dmmmmmm....
A musical ??
stage..
the main singer wants to talk
to someone in the audience
(she speeds up to get to the end of the song so she can speak to the person)
She steps into the audience
(still singing.?... )
1920s wise guys
(a la Guys and Dolls?)
but the ... couple? at the back hastily leave - it is near the end of the show - the final song
Somehow this tale turns into
- or was earlier -
a gritty B/W (?)
about life on the streets
gay life
someone dying? possibly...
someone now gone
died of Aids ??
People living up outside a club
a space
he has been rejected / ejected from?
he is no longer welcome ... there
he has disappeared by the time of this footage
(that was all notes - I recall none of it)
but this one (same night)...
Oh!
Another dream
Tintin-esque
Russia
thriller type...
possibly flying / possibly not ??..
I look into the cloudy night sky and can see lights of two airplanes
in the fog and mist of the clouds
both seemingly at the same height and doing circles
circling each other
avoiding each other
but
far, far, too close
likely to crash
they seem to circle into each other
but must be on different levels
I listen to the radio
but it is full of inarticulate bits of fuzz and scrambled half heard staticky words (?) stuff
I'm being interviewed about the incident
I'm told / I know
one was a plane - the other a parachutist
the parachutist and (like a glider - a piloted light aircraft)
All survived
But the parachutist released over British (?/New Zealand) waters
He tried to head down and the authorities tried to radio him instructions
to land near some yachts
(a yachting race)
which
they think he did but aren't certain
they think he is in the vicinity
in the interview they ask me
- what did you hear on the radio?
- nothing much
- Oh well, pity
they don't blame me
they've done recordings of intercepted radio traffic before
& it has been pretty inaudible...
The Dream Ended Here.
Earlier there was the Tintin bit.
Me and a party of people - including Haddock
(I'd like to say Thompson & Thomson, Professor Calculus, Nelson
but the party wasn't so overtly distinct as that)
We're in a Russian Antiquities shelter? - Mausoleum?
possibly Museum
Secure Store hangar of Museum
Large
Stone / Concrete
Halls
Possibly Nuclear Shelter turned into Old Artifact Store
there are a few other people here going about their work
there are huge solid walls -
high high ceilings
massive square stone(?) pillars
possibly some glass display cases
(daylight embellishment?)
& a curator (?) / Staff member is showing us to the item in question
but The Main curator / Prof. of Antiquities / high up bod
is working for the bad guys and using a
tennis ball serving (firing) hose
(a la vacuum cleaner tube)
as a weapon
manages to break out with the item
(I don't recall the item...
possibly we're just after questioning him ?...)
Did we go to his office?
We hurriedly follow
we cannot let him escape
Possibly he escapes by plane
but the helpful staff member
tells us we can catch up on the train
Dreamjump to the train
The Train
(?steam train?)
we're on top of
small goods wagons of the train
filled with goods? rocks? coal? metal bits?
not sure
everyone sits ontop of them too
On the train there are
a smattering few soliders
we are passing desolate flat long straw / reed style fields
we are passing Russian Military lounging around in the fields
At the back
Captain Haddock has a pipe? a cigar?
smokes
we talk?
I wander to the front
we are passing flat desolate fields
over grown unmanaged grasses
2 of the soliders are playing...
chess?
backgammon, seems less likely
some table game?
chess with beers/shots as pawns - etc, etc?
not sure
daylight embellishment?
possibly not...
In the field
There's an Army Captain
(someone in charge there)
are they supposed to be a check point?
something we have to pass
it doesn't seem so
Later, I know that there were some harsh
dismissals / court marshals in the area for
the slackness of Troops
I know which.
that is the end of my notes
I must have WOKEN UP.
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