Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/13/2020
By Machman
I am in a corridor or landing of some sort. It reminds me of Level 8, the Student Union disco at Strathclyde University (which I did not attend but have fond memories of for the piss up sessions in the Union bars). I am standing with a few people, although the only one I remember is Karen a girl that my mate was seeing around those times and another old friend whom I haven't seen for decades ended up marrying. It all got very messy and complicated. Anyway so we are all standing outside a large set of double doors white and there is obviously something going on on the other side of these doors. A disco or a party or something. The doors open and someone comes out. I think it might have been my sister, Elaine. Whoever it is says "They're not letting us in just now". A discussion then goes on as to why we are not being allowed in at this moment and there is some confusion as to whether we are getting in at all. A woman who was Vice Head Teacher at my primary school, Mrs Turnbull (a persistently angry woman from my recollection - she used to scold children by calling them a "bold, bold piece") appears alongside me. She tells me that she is not letting me in at all. I ask her if that is because of my anger management issues when I am drunk (I don't have anger management issues ever, I just get randy or tired when I am drunk like most people). She tells me it is and I inform her that I am not drinking nor do I have any intention of drinking. She is not for budging, however, but is friendly and smiling all the same as if to tell me, look mate you know the deal - you're not getting in son so there's no point in making a fuss. I am not making a fuss, though. I accept her decision and put my arm round her shoulder. We then walk away from the door together and I tell her that she probably made the right decision anyway. I am then sitting in a canteen hall which reminds me of the one in the college I attended in the East End of the city. I am reading a newspaper. Across from me is Desi Simpson a guy I went to school with but haven't seen since. He is also reading a paper. Another guy I went to school with and who I was talking with only last week via Facebook (Danny McGuigan) appears holding more newspapers. Desi drops his paper on the floor under the table we are sitting at. Before he bends down to pick it up Danny hands him another paper and tells him "I bought you another paper because I know you always forget what you read".