Dream 27th July 2004
Torture. I watch a shadowy figure open my stomach and pour sand into it. There is a girl in the background, I feel I should speak to her although I do not know what to say. All i can taste is sand. Electrical wires have now been attached to my nipples. I do not want any white bread I will only eat brown. I am physically exhausted. Continue >>
I make myself a toy car sandwich, white bread of course. After devouring it as fast as I can manage, I head off to the back bedroom where I am confronted by a vixen wearing a blonde wig while speaking in an Eastern European tongue. She calls out to me but her accent is comical so I leave the room and enter the kitchen.
The kitchen is a renovated block of flats once derelict but now buzzing with activity. There is an Asian man lying in the hallway. He appears to be intoxicated although jovial at the same time. I step over him and climb the stairs. The stairs are slippery however I notice I am wearing good shoes. When I reach the first floor the steps behind me disappear and I find myself confronted by a wall bearing the words “Aston is a god, long live Aston.” Who is this Aston I ask myself and what has he done to be deemed a god.
I watch curiously as a parrot falls to the ground. A yellow substance begins to pour from its small skull. As i walk toward it, it dissapears and is replaced by a bird cage. The bird cage floats gently in mid-air then attacks me. I run.
