Hev and I are driving to London along and flames start coming out pf the front of my car (a wide white old American 60s car) so we have to pull off the motorway junction (aerial shot it looks like Monte Carlo or somewhere) and we pull up in a town with a Cathedral. We park the car in a cobbled Goegrian St and, oddly, you walk across a patch of grass and that’s level with the top of the sire of the cathedral spire which you walk down into it from.
Walk down the narrow steps, sometimes feeling they’l be too narrow to squeeze down (common motif in my dreams) and we get to reception and are shushed for making noise cos there’s something important going on next door (in the shop it looks like). Woman in reception gets second chance to tell me off later and I think of snappy comeback to say to her but not until it’s too late.
It seems we want to wait to get up to the top of the spire again to get back to our car, ( or are we waiting to get a plane trainor ferry to somewhere more important?) and there are these really inconvenient lots, like chairs dangling from a pole that, when you sit in them, will haul you upside down. It’s like a Ferris wheel, or a round glass elevator. We squeeze past locals, who are all very posh and are at ticket desk which we bypass. There is talk that no one lives here, it’s all for tourists. Anyway, we can’t get on this lift so have to wait for the next one to come so we’re in the waiting room where people are discussing jobs they’re working on..
There’s.a comic book in production, and it teases a new DC character and it seems from the comic its going to be played by Chelsea Hart. She’s there and we congratulate her, she walks us round the outside of the cathedral to get back round to our car. It’s raining now.
Then we’re back in the cathedral waiting to get out. Someone asks if the guy from the big animation studio knows when we’ll be leaving. This refers to some friend of mine who it’s amusing that anyone would think is the big animation guy. Then a woman in black, in black shades, she’s American maybe based on old Marvel editors, who has an office there, says that all the work on the animation or comic has gone, and I say I’m not bothered cos we turned up at this cathedral by accident cos our car was on fire so easy come easy go. She tells us we can get out by not waiting for the lift but going back up the steps.
She has TV awards. I make a joke: “Of course I’ve got my BAFTA, can’t remember who I stole it off”. We leave and are struggling to put layers of clothes on, trousers over socks and shoes, while I rail angrily about this dreadful place and the frustrations it’s caused us. It is already 4pm and we set off for London early in the morning, so this has wasted our whole day.
We are about to walk back to the car, and the staff from the canteen are leaving, when I wake up.
More gibberish, scribbled the morning on Thurs 14th Feb:
Dream
Dropped egg thru table while auditioning for Kiri Ti Kanawi fell thru table thru hole in ground.
In school, likely festival but lots of meet and germ events, Kids putting on show, Walking round with big full plates of dod. Like a string of school canteens.
Going for a walk in the country, but like up in the woods, with balloons that mad e big faces f famous people, like rock stars.
Some mountain steep sides
Later meeting up with Hev who was working on laptop in canteen . She’d sepearted from me earlier when I got talking to two younger friends who I wanted to introduce her to but couldn’t remember their names, till I looked them up in a pamphlet.
In real life, when we woke up, Hev told me her dream which involved going to a big event which was bigger than we thought , famous people there including Slade who we already knew.
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