I have recurring dreams. One is being lost in Leeds. I ask people for directions to the station which depending where I am is so big you can see it on the skyline. Sometimes I’m very near and sometimes I’m in the depths of Leeds walking strange dark streets. Even as I write this I can feel the emotion of the dream.
Another constant is this safe little space. Well bedsit. But it’s only accessed through various levels of climbing stairs in a hotel and then sliding through a space in a cupboard.
The massive constant is a useless mobile phone. I can never make it work. I’m trying to contact people for help or ring a taxi and it’s like a child’s pretend play thing.
Last night I had one about my sis. We were in a pub somewhere that we didn’t know. She came and sat beside me and gave me a hug and I went to the bar and bought us two pints. We sat and talked and laughed.
It breaks my fucking heart .