Hotel California

I see Helen Y, a girl who used to be in my tutor group at school. She is walking ahead of me on the other side of the road. She never turns round and I never see her face. It is a nice road, with trees and it looks very green. We are both heading for the same building. I notice her hair mostly. It is still in a bob, but it is straight and no longer curly. She still bleaches it, she shows me her roots.

Inside this building are other people, some I knew from school. There is a room where we do art. I have three drawings on the wall. One is small on white paper. Then there are two large sketches of groups of people. Which I have then gone over with ink. One with red ink the other with green ink. The red picture and the small drawing are the wall outside the room, the green one is inside. (something to do with extrovert and introvert tendencies and left and right sides of our brain?). It is the red one I notice the most, the figures are all from the waist up, they are male, they aren’t wearing anything, they are all quite muscular. One man in particular stands out, he is looking at the viewer with a big smile on his face.

I am at the top of a very tall office building. I think I’m in Japan, or it is a Japanese company that owns it. I can see lots of escalators going down. I am looking at the walls, everything is grey or silver and metallic.

I have to go and see a woman. Something to do with my computer. The only way I can get to her though is to climb along the outside of the building and talk to her through a small window. She passes me a piece of paper through the window. I try to get inside, but the window appears to be locked and she seems to have changed her mind. This woman looks quite young, she has dark shoulder length hair. I manage to get in though.

I am back inside the hotel building. I am in the canteen. Ben R. is there and Sandy is there and some others. We are forming a queue. No one seems to be serving yet. There are a couple of women sitting on the sofa. They know Sandy. They think it’s funny she is trying to chat me up. I look at my hand and I have the same white spots Sandy has. I start squeezing them. She has me corned, I fall on top of thee other two women. I manage to get away and go looking for my room.