“Watch”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 9

We reach the end of the dreams – the edge of the dreamscape. Mind you don’t fall off! My watch is permanently wrong. I set it every five minutes but things just don’t coincide. …also there’s this guy with a robotic right hand, artificial eyes, and steel teeth, and things keep aging really fast. That’s… Continue reading “Watch”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 9

“Robots”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 8

More of the dreaming, why not. Running around being shot at by robots covered in makeup to look like monsters etc. It’s like a game. I have a gun too. Then we get to this room and decide to play cards, but there are so many packs, we don’t know which to use. Then a… Continue reading “Robots”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 8

“Pizza”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 7

More dreaming. I work at a pizza restaurant. We gave a lake out back. I must clean it. I find a body. A bloke. I fetch my colleague. We are searching for ID when he wakes up! He thinks he’s still in bed. We call his girlfriend, who is totally freaked. Maybe she doesn’t want… Continue reading “Pizza”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 7

“Hand”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 6

Another dream from the Flensburg notebook. My hand is injured. They operate, but leave it with a very thin bone for a wrist so it’s bound to snap at any time. The hand itself is also thin, but it works fine. Weird. Could be a creepy short story. The notes were accompanied by a sketch,… Continue reading “Hand”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 6

“Beetle”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 5

This is a good one from the dreambook. There’s a red beetle. I think it’s a spider at first. I catch it in an old anorak’s zip pocket. Then I get home, and let it out. It limps because it was squashed in the pocket. It wants to learn human knowledge, so I must think… Continue reading “Beetle”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 5

“Prisoner”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 4

And now, more of the same! I keep being caught and put in a Prisoner-style secret society of brainwashed people. The Leader is the guy who played Durand-Durand in Barbarella (Irish guy). I’m running through the streets trying to organise an attack on the base (very fast). Well this is just silly isn’t it. What… Continue reading “Prisoner”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 4

“Band”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 3

Here we are again. I bullshit my way into a band, saying I can play bass. I get away with it until our first gig. I’m putting my clothes on, but they say I must wear a dress. When it comes to the gig. I use a ghettoblaster strung around my neck instead of a… Continue reading “Band”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 3

“Hell”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 2

Another from the notebook. I’m in hell. The Devil is Michael Hordern? He takes the piss out of my camera. The place I think is an airship gondola. One character is a tarty old woman. It’s a good banquet, but all around are glass cages with weird animals doing nasty things to other weird animals.… Continue reading “Hell”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 2

“Camper”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 1

In early 1994 I traveled to Flensburg, Germany to study at the Fachhochschule for a semester. I took a notebook with me in which I wrote various scribbles, including a few dreams. When clearing out my Tooting flat for sale recently, I found the notebook, and I thought I’d stick them up here over the… Continue reading “Camper”: Dreaming in Flensburg, Part 1