I am with a bull, in a wooden crate, inside a cold bus stop. He is made of garlic cheese, and has no visible eyes. He talks to me. I taste some of his skin. He is worried about going off. I tell him that he will be ok until tomorrow, when the sun rises and he will melt away. He is trying to break out of his crate. I make my excuses and leave.
I am walking by a canal explaining to a guy about various bits if software he may be interested in. I mention the infinite song remix site. He has never heard of it.
I am in Shane and Matt’s house. It is a huge mansion. It was previously a technical college and there are many strange works of art around the place.
I am with David Salas and a group of people. We are researching a film. I am telling the group about a long walk to Greenfield, a small place on the edge of the Pennines. There’s a blond woman in the group who likes me. She really listens to me and is generally interested. I like this a lot.
I’m flying down gothic dark corridors to the music of Rudimentary Peni.
A hotel. It is decorated with stuffed falcons. The clientele are mostly military. They stand in the hallways soaping their heads. They like the place.
I’m wandering through a cathedral, going for a shower, as its also a hostel. I begin walking from a car park, carrying a towel and toiletries, through a narrow corridor, security people are looking for a trouble maker. The nearest showers are full of people, I decide to head over to the more obscure ones deeper in the cathedral. A man grabs at my hood and asks me where I got my jacket from. “Large” I say, having misheard him.