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.