You are in the House of Elders. You are there because things keep repeating endlessly. You imagine a single note rhythm bring played on a saz, and you are allowed in.
You are staying with your brother, he’s concerned for your safety after your assassination attempt and bombing in Dublin. You hear a voice outside. Someone has recognised the bike you used to commit the attack. They come in the house and upstairs. Your brother implores you to hide. Instead, you beat your brother with a stick. A man enters the room. He’s glad to see you keeping a woman in her place and leaves. This changes the dynamic between you and your brother. You are now dominant.
You are in Dublin. Your brothers have arranged for you to assassinate someone. They have conditioned you to obey any order over many, many years. You are wearing the black polo neck jumper that they made you associate with playing violent games. Just putting it on you are in a trance like state.
You are indoors, talking to a woman who is an actress. Outside Peter Green has a boom mic to record our conversation for an episode of Eastenders.
I am in bed. On top of my wardrobe is a strange, lanky, black, eyeless bird. It jumps down and drinks some water. It is an insectivore. I am scared of its long beak, I know that it’s dangerous. It hops back up to its nest before I can open a window and push it outside.
I am looking after Jenny’s flat while she’s away. It’s messy and I’m trying to clean up. I turn round and there’s a crazy Scotsman there with white powder on his face. I ask who he is, quite aggressively. He tells me he’s popped round to borrow some flour. I let him get some then shoo him out. There’s another two I find on the way out. One hiding upstairs. They are brothers. I finally get them all out of the flat and tell the concierge downstairs not to let anyone in without my express permission.
I am in the grounds of a school, there’s a huge statue with a hidden switch in the base that opens a doorway. When I go in, I see that it’s smaller on the outside.
The door closes behind me and I describe to people outside what I can see. They can hear me through the wall. There’s a whole alternate reality here. I step out into it and explore. I realise things are different here. In my head is a message telling me to stop the plague in Prague. Even if I have to invent time travel to do this, I must do it.