Night of 27th September 2010

I recall that we'd driven a long way. To a church, to see a ceremony. Though I'm sure we came in my car, my recollection is of being driven by my mother in a mercedes (a modern one). It, like my car, was an automatic—though it had a gear stick with four positions (in a "H" arrangement). The gear positions did not read 1,2,3,4, etc. The two right positions (from my vantage point in the passenger seat) may have read S,D... And the two left I'm not sure. On second look, all I see is three buttons "T,D,S" like on my car. Not much about it makes sense.

My mum is negotiating tight traffic and it appears as though we're winding our way through a side street in Altringham, near the McDonalds, across the way from the bus station.

I've offered to drive (I never did in my waking youth) as I'm a confident driver now and my mum stopped driving a long time ago (in waking life) after a small accident. She says she's OK.

There's a problem with my car. I don't know what it is but a heart shaped indicator is flashing (red) on the dashboard. Though I don't know what this means exactly (I have to check the handbook) I'm sure it's a serious fault.

My father has parked the car near home as it couldn't get all the way there. I go out to get it, look at it. I find it at the top of the hill (a large raised area) in my home-town, near the Shell garage. My father has packed the car away into a box (as he always does) and I have to reconstruct it. This annoys me slightly (I never pack my car away like this).

[N.b., this "packing away" is dream logic, not a comment on waking life]

My car's now parked, roughly, outside a house in construction or renovation or destruction. As I near the car, I sense another car crawling along behind—perhaps the owner of this property, come back. From a distance my car was my car, but as I get closer it has changed into a vintage mercedes, a different car at any rate. I think the colour is grey-blue. The owner has come past me and is trying to park his car. Mine is in the way. Before I know it, the other guy's car is parked and my car is sitting above it, crushing it. The owner is obviously angry and wants my car out of the way; though paradoxically he seems to completely ignore the presence of my car (hence wedging his underneath it) and my efforts to move it.

By the end I'm lifting my car by the front bumper and lifting up and off the other car, and out of the way. Like some kind of strongman event.

I wake.

Night of 31st August 2010

It's a high school setting. A big school. I'm A-level age or thereabouts, and it's the run up to exams or a big assembly. I'm behind the scenes, there are a few teachers and my sister's business partner Nick (a real person from waking life).

Nick is an impresario (as he is in reality) and I'm aching to get in on his art. I sense this is why I'm behind the scenes—I'm trying to get a foot in the door. Nick's preparing some kind of art piece or exhibition, and this is what the whole school will be assembled to see. I'm hanging on, hanging around, trying to get my shot.

Nick tells me, OK it's your chance now. I'm going to be a part of the art, or get to do the art. This is my shot. Nick gestures to a wet square of concrete that he was preparing. It's angled slightly upward, in front of a window. I have to fall, face first, into the wet concrete and leave my impression. This will be the art. I'm very hesitant; not sure whether this is the right thing to do—whether it will work. I wake.