25/26 August 09 -pattering of heavy dream-drops from last night

Why do I keep on dreaming about Russia?

well into the dream...

and we're in Russia

quite where I cannot recall

a prison?

a...

some situation where escape is a desired option ?

...

something like that...

Grey day

bleak low buildings

muddy? broken grassless ground

grey churned frozen mud

A storm?

I look over there

a small tornado

grubby brown by the grey sheds

in the mid-distance

an old

a middle-aged man

is over there

escaping

I realize

possibly some one states this

'he's going to get away'

or such

(daylight embellishment?)

then we see - still in the distance

beyond the twister

he is confronted by 3 or 4 men

guards?

the main guy an official?

not in uniform

I don't recall if he runs away

or if he talks first

less convinced by the talking first

He runs

the main guy lifts his gun

do the others fire?

it seems likely they do

but I don't recall that

dreamjump

and I am the man on the run

and I can see the main guy holding his gun at arms reach in the distance

taking his time to aim

to kill me

am I the man on the run?

or nearby

not sure

the man on the run slows

does strange small head movements

to avoid being predictable

to avoid being shot

but

the man with the gun doesn't move

he waits -

the man on the run is about to pass behind the wall

and hence have cover

but I realise that the man with the gun has aligned it so at the point the escapee passes the wall is the point he can get a shot off

and that is getting closer and closer

and it doesn't matter how odd the escapee's head wiggles are

or how fast or slow they go

the point crossing behind the wall is the point when he'll have a clean shot

Dreamjump?

must have been

the Escapee / me???

is running down the grey open muddy street

other people are also running

fleeing

the storm is still going

as he runs along

he comes across a beaked military (?) hat

lying in the rutted muddy ground

? a prison guard?

others are using the storm to escape

even those on the oppressing side

possibly he is a spy trying to escape...

not sure...

and it goes

faded by the sunlight of forgotten

possibly moments later

possibly after a long dream

there are maps

how to escape from Russia

they confuse me

the Arctic Circle as seen from above as a rectangular map

I never knew

Malaysia was so close to Alaska?

to the Arctic Circle

America??

you just jump across

Ah

but here is another

the bottom slither of South America

and how

the bottom wedge of ?? Africa?

South America again?

touches it at right angles

between them

all yellow sandy land with a few squiggles of blue lines for water

rivers? or natural canals between seas

that beach must be huge...

and then on down to Antarctica

Not seen that before

too used to looking at it all on a globe

and then it is gone

much less clear

already mostly evaporated by the day

... living in a house...

...getting a bus...

... getting off...

being above the road

on the pavement above the route

we're not in New Zealand

America perhaps?...

London???

not sure...

I'm looking down from the greenery

onto the road below

at the bus

following

spying on?

a mature woman

possibly in a business suit

I'm on the bus

wait

possibly was looking down at the bus

after I got off...

I am on the bus

and I get off at the stop I think I should get off at

but I am wrong

I have to walk further along

I have gotten off a road too early

and so walk along the verdant grass side of the street

with trees towering around the route down the right turn I thought I should take.

I walk across the open grass - beside the road

cutting a corner to get to the next right turn

it turns out it to be a T junction

which seems odd to me

I'd swear it was a right turn where I get off.

But this is right

I walk to the right

this part of the street is crowded with houses and shops (?)

semi-residential

looks quite old London-esque

I walk down the street

dreamjump

or

memory fade

and I am inside the house with JK

or

am I inside the house climbing the stairs

and I meet JK?...

the rooms we pass seem full of stuff

books, records, all sorts of stuff

do all the rooms - or just some...

we come to a turning off the landing onto the stairs

and there are books and board games,

lots of old board games

tied together with string?

blocking the stairs

filling the stairs

I scramble over them

coming next to a stack of Tintin hardbacks

all resting spine up in my way

I try to step around them but cannot

JK comments he doesn't need to

I think it is that his longer legs means that he can step on the gaps inbetween the boxes and stuff - where as I have to walk on them...

the dream fades

was there more

I don't know

But

I WAKE.

17/18 June 2009

much

much more

before this

but I recall being in a car with CG and shocker

we might be talking about

Scottish detectives??

is this daylight embellishment

might well be...

talking about

criminals?

crime?

detection?

are we in scotland???

as we drive

and certainly there is some aspect of

mystery solving?

foiling criminal activity?

or

is it talking of shows that do that...

damn

the shards of daylight have cut through these most vaporous of dream memory,

thin

to say the least at 6am

(I WOKE - SCRIBBLED WORDS - and slept

these now form the diving board for my recall

here... )

We're in a car

going around in dry cold urban landscape of underpasses

it feels like urban frost

or is this daylight embellishment?

recalling 'State of Play' (FILM) and putting it here?

Anyway

the landscape seems more American than Scottish

and suddenly

visually

I'm far above and to the side

Oh

first, we drive up and round

an up-ramp

( or do we?

we are going to but I think there was just a

dreamjump

here)

to arrive at the top?

a open car park?

empty

the look is all cold, light grey / tan coloured

dust?

Rubbish around - although in pushed aside piles

and now

as we head up

around the corner

and

visually

I'm far above and to the side

(like a helicopter shot)

except

I'm looking at a model of the dusty cold car park (?)

Now it is uncertain if it is a car park

made of cardboard?

I reach in to one of the corners

(a space under a pillar beside an up-ramp)

(still a model, so my hand is huge)

and pull out some my sized plastic see-through wrapping (like sweet wrapper or some such but more nondescript) - it fills up a large portion of the space with some other bits (scrumpled up paper, etc) - and is there to stand in for the rubbish on the smaller scale.

We're back to scale but the car park (?) is now seemingly

at ground level

and over by the chain-linked fence someone is walking past

perhaps we're investigating a crime

a murder?...

possibly

it is now the next day

somehow a time has passed from the

car journey to this moment?

possibly not?

possibly

the murder / crime / mystery

was revealed in the

early

forgotten

part of the dream...

and

so we're beside the chain-link fence

or near it

we - or - just me?

no, the others are here

or nearby

a homeless man

a man

a man in raggedy clothes

or was he?

was he suspect for having not so raggedy clothes

is walking past

carrying books

a large pile of books

(an armload)

on this side of the chain-link?

beyond

is raggedy unkempt undergrowth

black bare branches of bushes

cold solid muddy pathway - looks like motorbikes use the track

(daylight embellishment

surely...)

rubbish

the man is moving off

we call him

he looks over his shoulder

about to be hidden by bush

(yes / no?)

we're stopping him

where did he get those books

we KNOW those books belong to the murdered victim

(a colleague?)

he claims

he was given them / picked them up...

I think he was innocent now

then

we let him walk off...

and the dream stops?

fades?

uncertain

later

another dream

Again

the start is forgotten

there is a trial

Sherlock Holmes (as played by Jeremy Brett*) is prosecuting

the benches are all high and together

like a row of judges

the Judge (unnoticed - or nondescript) a row higher than

Holmes, Watson (David Burke*), others?

Did the others include me?..

CG and shocker? - not very convinced

me possibly

I don't think CG and shocker...

So

in fact thinking about it now Holmes was seated in the witness stand space - except it wasn't a box - just a long continuous bench - with all the legal people along it, beneath the judge's row, - I think with on the other side of the Judge the defence team.

Except

the lead defence attorney is out front

demonstrating

he holds up

a large (between A4 and A3 sized) metal plate

part of a Fire Alarm system

one edge and half a side is pocked

and smoulders

even.

was this to prove his client's innocence

through the fire alarm failing to work

or the fact it did work?

I don't recall...

Holmes is peeved

it is such an obvious flaw

Watson appeals to Holmes not to object

it must be part of a wheeze, a trap,

but Holmes does

he points out that the Defence's exhibit of the part of the fire alarm

is still smouldering after 6 months~!

and

hence at least the smouldering cannot be genuine.

and

fade

fade

fade

the dream drifts away from me...

what happened in the courtroom

was there a trick to the defence using such bogus material?...

it comes back

into focus

later

and

again I am strongly aware

that I only recall some part of this dream

there was more

definitely

dreamed

just forgotten

before

Finding myself

(myself as Holmes? - uncertain)

on a railroad tracks

with a red headed man

red haired assistant

we're on some sort of open carriage

or open goods wagon

the area is open

- the tracks up on a mound of white/yellowish stone/rocks

we're on the edge of brick houses - estates? suburbia? old

edge of London feel

the houses are quite far apart

and some distance from our railway

this seems the sort of place

1950s kids with flatcaps would play in

nipping through the hole in the fence made by the swingable plank in the wooden fence.

This is all Daylight Embellishment

I'm not even sure there was a fence beside this wasteland

but

it gives one the right feel

clear day

possibly summer

though not hot per se

behind us is a copse of trees?

a bushy amount of foliage

high bushes

we're here?

I'm here

to foil a plot

is it me and Holmes

or me as Holmes

our wagon is beside a old wooden signals hut

with the train track splitting in two beyond us.

Our red headed assistant asks something about our actions

Holmes explains to our red headed assistant

that we are here to foil a plot

that some evidence

is on the train line

a horse in a horse box

and that the conspirators are pretending to go hunting

an exotic animal - an Oryx or a Zebra

but intend to shoot the horse instead

or was it the other way around?...

Either way

Kill the evidence

by having it in a box car along the track where the conspirators are shooting their game - and so they can 'accidentally' shoot / kill the creature - hence the evidence

all of which will happen along the track

hidden by the foliage

at which point

shooting starts

seemingly at us!

Holmes

goes on ???

to the further open wagon

or

the wagon is shunted

I notice

as the assistant looks forward

that his red hair is a wig

his sideburns fake

he is a traitor working for the conspiracy

are we the aim of the attack?

or

just getting too close

and hence our unfaithful assistant has changed the signals and is shunting our party out of the way of the conspiracy?...

or

our traitor finding we are getting too close

is now trying to get us to be shot by the shooting party?..

I don't know

if there was any more

It is forgotten

since

I WAKE.

Notes from the otherside:

* = Recently I have been watching epsiodes of the early Eighties series of 'the adventures of Sherlock Holmes' - last night I saw 'The red headed league'.

Also 'The Wire'