Just had to awaken myself out of rather unpleasant paranoiac dreams. In these dreams Teresa and I didn\u2019t seem to have a home. Or even know where we lived. I was kipping in the bedroom of an ol\u2019 pal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His room morphed from a messy hippy type deal, to a spic n\u2019 span room, full of Indian trinkets, with three foreign guys (London taxi drivers, of unknown ethnicity) in it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
His place, accessed by a tiny wooden portal, overgrown with ivy, was perched on a vertigo inducing sea-front precipice. I was in his bed – he was kipping on the floor – from which I was unable to escape, due to a combo of priapism and lack of vestments!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was also a pupil somehow, of a primary school, in my \u201850s, but playing truant. And I seemed to be on some form of scooter-like (but emphatically not<\/em> a scooter) near invisible transport, zipping alongside an arid desert-like road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My host went to work, whilst I hid under my duvet. We have the first obvious meeting with reality there! As I\u2019m still abed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n There was also a theme of lots of people, mostly hippy-ish former clubber types, abounding; some I knew, most I didn\u2019t. All icily ignored me, or referred to me third party\/persona non grata.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had had a vehicle parked up, near the friends home, down a long sandy switchback track, again near the sea. But my vehicle had disappeared! Here the dream again touches fairly obviously on my current reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fear\/paranoia element was growing so overwhelmingly strong I forced myself, as it appears one can do at need, to wake up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Upon waking I\u2019ve made myself a bacon butty, and heated up the flask of coffee Teresa usually makes for me at the start of the day (bless her!).<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve subsequently rung my insurer, to try and light a fire under their pursuit of my recent \u2018total loss\u2019 claim. And I\u2019m going to continue with my efforts to advertise and sell as much music gear as possible.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Just had to awaken myself out of rather unpleasant paranoiac dreams. In these dreams Teresa and I didn\u2019t seem to have a home. Or even know where we lived. I was kipping in the bedroom of an ol\u2019 pal. His room morphed from a messy hippy type deal, to a spic n\u2019 span room, full … <\/p>\n