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1 His Mighty Scaliness appeared before me in all His green and slimy glory, tentacles dripping. People were herded into bottles in the sea, where they put on diving gear in expectation of something, but I believe they were really going to be eaten. That ought to teach them.
2 We are somewhere in Wales, and go to visit Chris, who has moved to Merthyr Tydfil, of all places. I am then lost somewhere in north Wales, trying to find a train. I see two men lying side by side on the tracks. A train comes, I cannot reach them in time and they are run over, then a jeep or small truck runs them over too. I reach the spot at last and find only ragged remains of black suits. Looking up, a huge crow flies slowly and ghostly from left to right, low and then lifting.
At last I catch a train. I have been on this track before in another dream. Chris is on the train, still in his chef's whites, so I know this is the right train. I have been in this carriage before too. I get to Cardiff and am wandering the streets - I come across a strange shop on a street corner which sells retro imagery, specialising in wigs made from that sort of tinsel stuff in strange shapes. They are incredibly expensive [most are around £180]. Outside a very large and bristling German shepherd dog rushes by, with teeth and urgency.
I catch another train from Cathays, and it takes off along Cathays Terrace [another street I regularly dream of] - I point out the street where I used to live. Along the road some buildings are in states of great decay - mysterious white filligree porticoes are falling to bits - the buildings and ruins behind them are of stone. The train becomes a bus and the road turns a beige colour. I remark on the smoothness of its surface and say it's like a dream. The road opens out, with a green to the left hand side, and upon it a cat and a goat are engaged in a battle, though they seem to be friends and are joking with each other as they fight.
2 We are somewhere in Wales, and go to visit Chris, who has moved to Merthyr Tydfil, of all places. I am then lost somewhere in north Wales, trying to find a train. I see two men lying side by side on the tracks. A train comes, I cannot reach them in time and they are run over, then a jeep or small truck runs them over too. I reach the spot at last and find only ragged remains of black suits. Looking up, a huge crow flies slowly and ghostly from left to right, low and then lifting.
At last I catch a train. I have been on this track before in another dream. Chris is on the train, still in his chef's whites, so I know this is the right train. I have been in this carriage before too. I get to Cardiff and am wandering the streets - I come across a strange shop on a street corner which sells retro imagery, specialising in wigs made from that sort of tinsel stuff in strange shapes. They are incredibly expensive [most are around £180]. Outside a very large and bristling German shepherd dog rushes by, with teeth and urgency.
I catch another train from Cathays, and it takes off along Cathays Terrace [another street I regularly dream of] - I point out the street where I used to live. Along the road some buildings are in states of great decay - mysterious white filligree porticoes are falling to bits - the buildings and ruins behind them are of stone. The train becomes a bus and the road turns a beige colour. I remark on the smoothness of its surface and say it's like a dream. The road opens out, with a green to the left hand side, and upon it a cat and a goat are engaged in a battle, though they seem to be friends and are joking with each other as they fight.