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’m walking through Exeter at the bottom of South Street and just everything burning and collapsing around me, I start walking up towards the High Street, the fires are becoming more intense but I still cannot feel them. The further to the end of the street I get I’m beginning to wonder why no one is attempting to stop these fires, but I press on. I head towards Rougemont Park because its highest of Exeter that I can think of and its all grass anyway so that can’t be burning so as i reach Rougemont its locked up and barred so I head back to the centre of town, as I begin to reach the High Street I see someone walking among the burning arches near what was Whsmiths, as I shout for them to get away from it as it may collapse at any second they ignore me, so I run over to get them but it almost seems to take an eternity to reach it. As I reach them I cannot work out there face through all the smoke, then the ceiling collapses on us they whisper that we’re free

I had a dream that I was in a a chaotic setting where people were going crazy, fires were being set, cars were crashing, and people were dying. I was with someone who I would like to my best friend when I saw my other friend who was seemingly a preschool teacher with a bunch of terrified toddlers who were screaming and crying. My friend who was a preschool teacher broke down crying because she couldn't control the children and was scared herself. Then the guy I'm interested in came in and began helping her get the children under control. I also began to help calm the children down. My friend who I wish to be closer with tried to calm my other friend down. Then I woke up.

I'm on a side street in the 1920s and here machine gunfire from one of the other streets soon more gunfire erupts from the other streets people run into buildings except one woman i grab her and run straight into an alley the gunfire seems to follow us we climb up a ladder to roofs that are extremely well connected the gang gets on the roof and shoot the woman their job being done they give me the option to kill myself as there can be no witnesses i take the gun but can\'t do it i feel the pain of what it would be like horribly shaken i give the gun back to the man and tell him to do it for me but to do it from behind so i can\'t see it coming i walk forward a bit and then he fires i fall face first on the roof with my hands to the side of my head i am dead

Awake to find myself in the body of someone else looking in a mirror - admiring their physical advantages but being unhappy with their teeth. Find myself asleep and wake myself up. I have split my mind between 2 bodies. I try and tell my mother but she forces me to break the connection and then does not believe me; doubts me. My ex- girlfriend briefly shows up. The next I am being interrogated and tortured in Russia by soldiers. I am stabbed with throwing knives. I escape killing a guard and run off to a wall of guns. I pick one and leave. Soldiers chase firing at me. I fire back but my gun doesn't seem to work and fires black shadows. The soldiers won't die. Some wearing pyjamas.

You and I standing at the end of a country platform with three or four others. We have a picnic packed, including a bottle of white wine. You pull the bottle from the basket and ask me to get a corkscrew. I walk up the platform and have to get to the other platform. To do so I must walk through a train, from side to side. It is a troop train, full of damaged soldiers' bodies with missing limbs, wrapped in hessian, lying on straw. I feel sick but plunge through, wondering what detail I should tell you.  We are staying in a hotel, that feels a little like the one we looked at in Nice, with the lift that didn't work. We are desperate for a bath or shower but can't find one. I look around, see a cubicle, but it has only a toilet, not even a basin. As I look at it, you are being told by the receptionist that there are no washing facilities and that if we love each other we won't need to wash. It'll be fun, she says. She shows us where the shower room was, levering up some hardboard so we can peep through to a shower room long boarded up. I wonder if we could crawl through and if the plumbing would work. We decide to beg a shower from another hotel.  We are living in a house in the country.  It is a wreck. The walls are bare lath and plaster. There is no heating, although it is winter. We have several children with us and some adults. I make fires in some rooms. On the top floor I light it in the middle of the floor. On the ground floor is a small coal fire in a big fireplace. My mum is there . I tell her it is a good fire. I return to the top floor to put some rubbish on the fire there but you have swept the fire up and thrown it out of the window, to tidy up. You say best to burn things in the garden. I go downstairs. In the garden you have filled a large brick-lined fireplace with water and are swimming. I join you and say I wish we had thought of this long ago. You look knowing. 

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