Dream Diary Friday 10 January 1975

Friday 10 January 1975 

Talking to Maggie in a pub. Getting angry like I do at her for smoking, about the political torture abroad.

Dream Diary Wednesday 8 January 1975

Wednesday 8 January 1975 

Fighting for the Anglo-Saxons against the Normans. Down a ditch [diagram of ‘Me’ in a ditch and the two armies at each side]. Had to get back without getting killed. Go, I lit a fire, disappearing under cover of smoke.

Dream Diary Tuesday 7 January 1975

Tuesday 7 January 1975 

Granny here. We say we want to watch a programme on the TV. She says she ‘doesn’t mind watching intelligent stuff’ though she’d rather watch ‘the funny coloured man on the other side’.

            I go along another path to avoid washing up.

            I’m at a crossroads. Forward the road continues. I turn right. I see a mud path through woods leading up a steep path to top of hill.

            Could be half a mile high.

Dream Diary Sunday 5 January 1975

Sunday 5 January 1975 

Walking through brothel area of town, I see a man under a bus shelter with an erect penis; it’s hard, looks hairy. Nearing, I see it is tobacco. There are lots of [derogatory word for gays].

            Somewhere ‘ten little black children’ singing praises to the Union Jack.

            Jonathan [cousin] confesses as to having opened somebody else’s presents from [Uncle] Bob.

            Following a female to my room (at university) she is dressed in white (like ‘Vision’ [a poem of mine]). I can’t climb as fast as her. She shouts back. Suddenly there is a small railway crossing. I get caught. She doesn’t. She lobs me a coat and goes her separate. I go alone to my block. Vague now. David and Paulus in there somewhere, I think.

Dream Diary Saturday 4 January 1975

Saturday 4 January 1975 

In a Victorian room, a waiting room for my room upstairs. But the Norwich Hell’s Angels [actually called Satan’s Slaves!] are out there in the lift or upstairs.

            In a garden David Findon is gardener, in shorts, working at an incredible pace.

            Waiting again for the lift, but in a smaller, different room.

            Look in the glass and see TWO reflections of myself.

Dream Diary Friday 3 January 1975

Friday 3 January 1975 

Two doors. David or Chris (and/or possibly) goes to one. It opens. A prostitute. I go to the other. David or Chris asks for a cup of coffee. She laughs. He goes in. I knock on the other door. Another prostitute. I go in. I do not want a cup of coffee.

Dream Diary Thursday 2 January 1975

Thursday 2 January 1975

Holding a baby.

            Aunt Marjorie laughs.