Bags of Clothes

Date: 1/5/2017

I was posted in a space colony in work conditions similar to a job agency; one of the colleagues seemed to be conspiring - he disappeared off for a long time. Later we watched a droid crush another, spider like robot (both the size of large vans). There was also a section where, in similar work conditions but on earth, I was trying to meet Chris in a station who was waiting for us to deliver either flyers or bags of clothes. He was being patient while we worked our way to him through glass walkways, on the phone. Then there was a moment where we were stacking polythene bags of clothes really high into a recess, possibly in the station. I took over and jumped to the top of the pile to pack them in more tightly; the director of Belarus Free Theatre (Vladimir) was there; in the past he and I had a hard relationship (he was very violent with his language during rehearsals) but now, hearing my jokes and seeing me playfully working hard he chuckled and approved. Later I had an arial view of a council football playing field; I could see a big circle of people (literally, people stood in a neat circle like dominoes) with others, my school friends, being naughty and running around and pushing them over. I believe the people in the circle were Sheffield Wednesday football club.