I am in a house. I am sitting in the lounge. There is very little furniture. The wall paper looks old style Laura Ashley, small floral prints. I am sitting on a sofa (the only furniture in the room) with an American (my old house mate in Cambridge). We are getting along quite well (we didn’t when she was my housemate). She looks younger and slimmer than she was. I want to ask her where in America she is from but I’m afraid I won’t know where that is (I don’t know much about geography). I think we are looking at a book.
Joanna smith comes in, she is wearing a long straight black skirt and a sleeveless grey top - office gear. I think Joanna is responsible for this American girl. The American girl starts having a go at Jo for putting her name down on the rota to do something she doesn’t want to. Eventually Jo gets her to calm down and sits her at a table facing the wall in the dinning room (next to the lounge, there is a wide archway between the rooms). Jo is talking to me, I’m surprised, for some reason I’m afraid she might not like me. There are other girls in the kitchen - I don’t think I get on with them. She asks me what the American girl has been like. I say she’s been okay. Then she goes into the kitchen. The American girl puts her head round the corner and asks me a question. I go round and she shows me what she is doing. It is a drawing of a wood, it is a pencil drawing, I think it is good. It is A4, but part of it goes onto another page. It is a landscape of trees and water. I think she wants to know what I can see. Within the trees I can see faces. (Trees represent friends).
I take a look at the room I am going to have. It is empty except for two pieces of large furniture. It is a strange shape. Like to squares overlapping on one corner (a bit like Jenny’s spare room). There is a table, I think she must have got it from the seaside. It is wood but is papered over. I think it’s blue with stars. I check the draws but they are empty. There is also a tall thin set of draws painted white. They are empty too. In the corner is a narrow staircase leading to more rooms. I know I’m not meant to go up them. I can hear other girls up there, I think Melanie might be there.
I think I’m on a coach. It is decorated like the house. Adele Greensall is there. She leaves a large pile of clothes on her seat. When she comes back they are creased and she is going mental at us. I yell back at her. I tell all she’s got to do is run a hot bath and hang the dresses over it.
I am in a small square room with a little boy. I don’t know how I got there. WE have been locked in here. We have nowhere to pee and we are both desperate to go. The boy pees in the corner, and I let him sleep in a hole behind a vent just off the floor. He wants to know how I’m going to pee. I turn my back to the wall and lift up my skirt. I watch it run across the floor. I am wearing wellingtons which is good, but I don’t know how long I can keep standing up before I fall asleep.
I am at a fairground. I am walking around on my own. I can see groups of girls all having fun. I keep thinking I’m going to bump into this girl who doesn’t like me. I don’t like being there and am trying to find a way out. I can see the car park and our coach parked there. There are so many rides, which are enormous, then there are restricted areas. Across the grass I can see a small fairground. I can see a large black dome. There are men inside wearing jumpsuits, they are working at machinery. I say excuse me and walk through hoping they don’t mind.
I am in a car but for some reason I can’t turn it around. I get out of the car park and am on the road but the car is the wrong way round and I am driving backwards. I try turning it around again and scrape the side of the coach. The coach is sinister it is red and I can’t see any windows in it.
Sunday, 17 January 2010
An Obstacle Course
I am at my dads house. There has just been a downpour of rain. I can see more grey clouds, we are waiting for a second downpour. There is no fence again, just concrete posts, the garden looks lush.
I am running through an underground tunnel, it looks wet, it is dark, could be a sewage system. I think E. is there. We have a woman who seems to be in charge. She is tall and slim with cropped hair. We thought someone was our friend but they betrayed us. There is also an older man, he has grey hair, reminds me of a news reader. We are on some sort of course and there is a selection process going on.
E. and me are playing with some small rubber balls. He is trying to throw his behind him and catch it by reaching his arms through his legs. I say it’s easier to do Vic to --- (throwing the ball then catching it through my legs) than ---- to Vic (the opposite way round). (Vic represents my front and a name I can’t remember represents my rear).
We climb up a ladder. I see a small room, there are girls in there dancing. I think of the Russian girl form BB. One girl catches my eye. She has dark bobbed hair and is wearing a black dress. She is foreign, (she reminds me of my old housemate Melanie although she looks nothing like her - Melanie was German). She begins acting very strange, I think she must be drunk. There are other foreign students here. I think E. is still here
We are above ground now. We see two foreign students, both male. The students are lazy and don’t want to work. They are running off. Whatever it is we want them to do, they say they will do it later. I wonder why they aren’t more worried about what their teachers back home will think, and why they keep sending them here.
I am standing on a piece of land, it looks like part of the estate of an stately home. The presenter of Grand designs is there and another man I don’t think I like very much. He is talking a lot but doesn’t really know what he’s talking about, he is wearing shabby clothes, looks like he could be the outdoors sort. He saying
what we should do, something very extreme and different. The TV presenter is leaning on the pitch fork. He wants something in keeping with the local landscape. We are waiting for some others before we start work.
We are in a council house. There is a young woman, she has blonde straight hair. There are two young children playing on the kitchen floor. Two rats are running around the floor also. I’m worried they might attack the children but they don’t, the children don’t seem to mind. There is a large hole in the wall where they got in. The council has been round to patch up the wall but they didn’t do a very good job. I tell her she must go back to the council, that they have a legal obligation to fix the hole, that she can’t possibly share her house with rats.
I am running through an underground tunnel, it looks wet, it is dark, could be a sewage system. I think E. is there. We have a woman who seems to be in charge. She is tall and slim with cropped hair. We thought someone was our friend but they betrayed us. There is also an older man, he has grey hair, reminds me of a news reader. We are on some sort of course and there is a selection process going on.
E. and me are playing with some small rubber balls. He is trying to throw his behind him and catch it by reaching his arms through his legs. I say it’s easier to do Vic to --- (throwing the ball then catching it through my legs) than ---- to Vic (the opposite way round). (Vic represents my front and a name I can’t remember represents my rear).
We climb up a ladder. I see a small room, there are girls in there dancing. I think of the Russian girl form BB. One girl catches my eye. She has dark bobbed hair and is wearing a black dress. She is foreign, (she reminds me of my old housemate Melanie although she looks nothing like her - Melanie was German). She begins acting very strange, I think she must be drunk. There are other foreign students here. I think E. is still here
We are above ground now. We see two foreign students, both male. The students are lazy and don’t want to work. They are running off. Whatever it is we want them to do, they say they will do it later. I wonder why they aren’t more worried about what their teachers back home will think, and why they keep sending them here.
I am standing on a piece of land, it looks like part of the estate of an stately home. The presenter of Grand designs is there and another man I don’t think I like very much. He is talking a lot but doesn’t really know what he’s talking about, he is wearing shabby clothes, looks like he could be the outdoors sort. He saying
what we should do, something very extreme and different. The TV presenter is leaning on the pitch fork. He wants something in keeping with the local landscape. We are waiting for some others before we start work.
We are in a council house. There is a young woman, she has blonde straight hair. There are two young children playing on the kitchen floor. Two rats are running around the floor also. I’m worried they might attack the children but they don’t, the children don’t seem to mind. There is a large hole in the wall where they got in. The council has been round to patch up the wall but they didn’t do a very good job. I tell her she must go back to the council, that they have a legal obligation to fix the hole, that she can’t possibly share her house with rats.
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