dream 6th august

farctured but there
some of us in a suburban hjome,chance survirosrs f some chaos. the fear that what did it is still out there. i was perhaps on a plane when it happened, though now in the house. then it is a million years later, strange descendants of ourselves.

peaceful towns, castles, society crumbling gracefully.

echoes of other dreams, london again, all those terminals and under road tunnels. the countryside, rushing through it, grazing almost on the fields, absorbtion of the summer green.
painful social interaction, some level of shame, some wise figure to embarress myself in front of, a smattering of celebrities i'd like to meet.

soe,mthign to dow ith department stores. i havce a callcentre job, suddenly though at universoty again. all long low prefab buildings with the occasional tower block stabbing into the flat sky. talk of shifts, times i should have worked but have not. working in a warehouse too, the jobs are swapped around. there were the great wise old ones.