Moving In

Date: 11/3/2020

I am looking up a street which reminded me of the street I used to live in as a child, Kingsbridge Drive in Rutherglen. It is lot more wide and open though. I see, coming towards me, two guys I know. My mate Jack and another guy. I think it might be a guy I knew, Garry Borland, who sadly passed away a few years ago. They are carrying something over their shoulders. I think it is a rolled up carpet. As they approach I kick open a set of doors that appear behind me and they make their way into what looks like an old fashioned school building. I then see someone else come towards me also with a carpet over his shoulder but on his own. It was Richie Simpson who was Garry's pal and band mate (they were both in a band together - check out a song called "Into The Blue" by Heavy Drapes on Spotify. Garry is on vocals and Richie is lead guitar). As Richie approaches me, I am now standing next to a set of stairs (still outside, not inside). And I ask Richie if he wants me to help him with the carpet. He says yes. When we get to the bottom of the stairs we are at the very end of Kingsbridge Drive as it turns onto Kingsheath Avenue and the beginning of Quigley's estate. A storm is coming and it looks really bad. Up ahead I see lightning strike a few hundred metres ahead. The thunder is instantaneous and deafening. We make our way inside to some house or other. Inside it is just Jack and I. It looks like the inside of the flat he used to live in at Strathyre Street in Shawlands. He is concerned about something he cannot get moved in because it is too large, something called a "Pone". I ask him what a Pone is. Suddenly things start getting passed through a large window that is behind us and the Pone appears at the top end of the living room. Turns out a Pone was just a couch or a sofa in a "chaise end" style. The dream gets a bit weird at this point. Jack and I are talking about "spastics" (an old term we used for mentally or physically handicapped people, very derogatory). Anyway we are watching something on TV about a Danish kid who rides horses and does some quite incredible feats with it like jumping over high fences with pointy spikes and a large drop into a field at the other side. I make some comment about spastics being made to look worse than they really are by TV and Jack starts applauding my comment.