Kim Jong Un at the manor

Date: 11/4/2017

Through a park. Trying to get somewhere but caught up in some rich kids game, like a multi level maze, silver insulation wrapped around a wooden frame. Can’t break though, have to go around. Some other game, launching bunches of coat hangers, a big net to catch them. End up at a house, it’s like the original manor house from back when the park was a private estate. Something erotic and romantic going on with A, I don’t remember what. I can picture a sunny flat rock outside the window. It turns out the house is for sale. Wandering up the driveway I’m talking to a stately gentleman, when suddenly I realise I’m in the market to buy the house. But he’s telling me that the grounds were sprayed with some kind of toxic teflon substance to repel water in weird patterns, and it’s bad for female reproductive health. Later there’s a party at the house, as I enter up the drive I get talking to Kim Jong Un, who’s sitting on some stairs leading to a little porch. We’re just talking small talk, but we’re both having a great time. He seems to enjoy having a normal conversation for once, I’m enjoying the ease of smalltalk with rocket man. Suddenly M turns up, hanging onto the cast iron gate from the outside. It’s A! She says. We’ve lost sight of her, she’s depressed, we’re scared about what she might do to herself. I run out the gate, forgetting my phone, but M says no time to go back. I find A quickly by a pandanus lined stream, and carry her bedraggled and wretched back to safety.