A Trip to the Old Bull Ring

I am at a house. I don’t know whose it is. I am holding some pink ballet shoes. One looks smaller than the other, I think I might have two pairs, and adult pair and a child’s pair, one pair inside the other. My niece H. turns up on a pink bike, it looks like she has a second seat with wheels attached to the back. It is sticking out into the road (the house is on a bend in the road), so I move it. Ed. Also arrives on a bike. Gr. shows up driving dads Range rover. She drops something off and drives away. I don’t know why. L. says she must have been an hour and a half early.

I am walking through a building with my sister L. and my niece H.. It looks like it was built in the 60s or 70s. It reminds of the old bull ring in B’ham. We used to go shopping there every Sat with my mum. It is very busy, there are lots of Asian people. We walk down some stairs through all these people to this quiet place where there are some chairs and tables, nobody else is there. There is a patch of green grass outside. We have something to eat.

A Medieval Boys School

I am in al all boys school. It is night, the surroundings look medieval. We are outside in a courtyard. All the boys are standing in lines, the ones at the front are wearing black and holding flags. There place is lit by numerous fires. It is some kind of performance. A man in black I can’t see clearly is conducting. The boys behind the flag bearers are wearing white shirts are younger. They have all decided they are going to rebel. I think there is a lot of fighting. I am walking through this medieval town with one of them, he is dazed and covered in blood. We find a secret place and kiss.

ADDs Anonymous

I am in a large building. I have this drunk guy with me I am helping to stand up (looks like Ph. or Steve Carrell). I’m not sure if he is drunk, part of me thinks he’s just pretending. But we are in a bar and I am trying to move him out of it. I know I have this meeting to get to and I’m afraid something is going to stop us getting there.

It is dark, but I can see this girl on a bike. She is wearing a helmet and doing some dangerous manoeuvres. Cycling along the banisters and down steps. She is doing this to get to our meeting.

I am sitting at some computers with a small group of people. Kate Winslet, Emma and this guy who appears drunk or is pretending to be drunk (looks a bit like Ph. or Steve Carrell. He keeps falling over, I am helping him sit up. We are all plugged into a computer. Emma though can’t get plugged in properly. Kate is trying to help her. I notice there is also something wrong with my own wiring. There are in and out wires, but my out wire isn’t properly connected.

At one point a woman stands up asks me if I’m upset that ‘he’ has made a film?. I think, why would I have brought the others here if I was? Anyway, I’ve done stuff too, I think of the poetry I‘ve written. (Think she is talking about N. my brother in law - he’s written lots of scripts, they keep trying to set me up with him but I just don’t feel it!) I don’t think this woman likes me, (looks a bit like my sister L.). She thinks if she sets me up with N. she can stop me following my dreams.