Latoya

I see a seashore. It is a rocky, but the sea is really blue. Parts of it seem to be made up of photos. I am with someone. I think it’s a man. We are lifting up some of the photos to look behind them, but all there is darkness behind them.

I am friends with a black girl. I think it might be a girl I used to work with. She used to like films about sea animals that killed people. We go to see a question and answer session at a work skills conference. We watch from a balcony, the speakers are all talking in jargon and I don’t think they’re saying anything useful. I think it’s funny how seriously they take themselves. One of them looks like Lenny Henry. Later we see him from behind going into a lift, he has greying hair. Everywhere is very dark, the walls are dark the floor is dark. I’m not sure if this girl likes me. I see her reading a newspaper that is on the floor, I am talking to her and she is nodding and making noises but I don’t think she is listening to me.

I am walking through a library and I hear two foreign voices, they sound very high pitched as if they are imitating the Birmingham accent but they are Polish. It is two men.