A Student Again

I am living in a student house with three other boys. I walk into the lounge. There is a man in the armchair watching television. He is an older man. One of the lads is sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper (reminds me of James?). The other two lads are sitting in armchairs on the other side of the room. I’m unsure about saying hello, so I say it softly as I sit down in an armchair next to J. But he doesn’t look up. Nobody says anything. There is a murder mystery on. Before this I was doing something involving the boys, because as I enter I think, now we’ve got to know each other we can talk. But we don’t.

At some point before this I see my mum, she is in a garden looking after some children. I think they’re my nieces.

In the next scene I am sitting in the back of car. The car is parked behind the house in the garden. Beyond the garden are open fields. My Nan is in the passenger seat. She is having a go at me about living in a house with men. I say we each have our own room and there is also a another lounge if I want to sit by myself. Then she says it’s okay to cut trees down for paper (hemp makes very good paper, trees are too precious to be cutting down for paper). I really flip, I ask her is she knows how much of the Amazon forest disappears each year just to make paper, and how much extra CO2 goes into the atmosphere as a result.

Rehearsing

Myself and some others are hanging around the outside of a building. We are trying to get inside. There is a man there who seems to be monitoring who goes in. Inside we rehearse an act on stage. There is a bit of singing. It is for a competition. There are other people doing the same thing.

There is this black guy who reminds me of Sisqo in BB. I am in bed with him. I want to go to sleep but we won’t accept it when I say no. He has hold of one of my breast and keeps squeezing and rubbing it really fast. He says he knows what I like. Eventually I get him to stop so I can go to sleep.