Friends Again

I am friends with my old school friend KC again. We are waiting for a bus. I am walking up the lane, holding books in my arms and with a heavy bag. Sometimes she walks with me, sometimes she is already at the bus stop. It is sunny and green and leafy.

There is a big house. My friend lives here. There is an older man, in his fifties who owns the house and there are a couple of women who work there. They don’t like KC. I’m visiting. These women seem to be looking for ways to get her into trouble. I think they are just jealous because this old man likes her. He doesn’t notice what is going on. There is a flood in the house. KC has got her shoes wet and her skirt. I’m afraid she’s going to get into trouble but she doesn’t. This man seems to think she’s younger than she is. One of us is saying she is 36.

I am walking around a housing estate. There is a castle in the middle of it. There is a group of us. I think KC is here to start with, then we all get separated. I can hear a man with a New Zealand accent being interviewed. He is saying he never used to believe in something but he does now. He was supposed to be going somewhere, I think he’s a sports man, it was something to do with sport, but he couldn’t go and so the Prince rang him up. A news reporter is telling us that you can now be photographed from up to 600 miles away and that it’s not illegal, although they were trying to stop it.

I go inside this large building with this group of people. It looks like a factory now. Something is going wrong with it. Me and this man, who looks like the doctor from satsung, are sitting at a computer, we are trying to fix something. I don’t really know what I’m doing though. He is printing something out. I don’t think we’re getting anywhere with it. The others are still walking round the building. We are waiting for them. I am looking for a way to get out. I see some pipes, they look rusty and broken in places.