Nivel 6 Capacidad y disponibilidad de pago

There were around 15 very small dogs which were strangely coloured. One was shades of blue and white stripes and 1 wanted to tell it that it was the same pattern as a pullover of mine. My mother was there and she was angry with the person looking after the dogs, who 1 think was her sister Joan. One of the dogs had been tied up with weights outside the front door. There was dog shit everywhere.

Marcia and I stole 2 cars, both quite large; mine was an old fashioned Jaguar and heavy to drive. We could talk to each other without any problem as we drove, though we had to take the cars on a very complicated route which involved driving them up steep inclines and sharp falls. The cars became bikes and we cycled through a small town where we saw Stuart Brisley and his wife Maya. Marcia said ‘Oh I wondered if we might see them here.’ The town became a beach and Stuart and Maya were sitting at a table outside a café. Marcia and I wanted to speak to them but didn’t want to disturb them, so we pushed our bikes down the beach to a small dip in the sand next to a large metal structure where we thought we might sit down. But when we looked down to where the water met the beach, there was a disgusting dead ‘animal’ there, it was like a transparent plastic bag, partly filled with water. We tumed away. I said to Marcia, why don’t we invite Stuart and Maya onto the beach for a game o f charades?’ She wasn’t sure, so we began to play charades in their view, thinking this might entice them to come and join us. We were really good at charades, performing amazing gymnastic movements, but each time we glanced up to Stuart and Maya, they looked embarrassed and pretended they couldn’t see us.

4-5 February 2002

I was at Frederick Road with my mother, Tim and his partner, Stephen. We were in the kitchen and there was a pink plastic animal in the shape of a sausage, hollow in the middle. It had a small round mouth, 2 antennae and 8 legs. It was alive. I wanted to keep it as I thought it ‘cute,’ but my mother wanted to throw it away, saying it was just mbbish that had come free from a cereal box. I persuaded them to let me keep it in the coat cupboard in the hall. As 1 picked it up, it started wriggling violently and I had to squeeze it, and when I got to the hall cupboard it burst along its middle seam, deflated, and thick sticky red fluid came out and spilled onto the floor. 1 began crying really loudly. Tim came up and said ‘Oh, is it dead?’ The house became a market square in America and 1 had the red sticky stuff all over my hands. 1 ran off to wash them. While I was running down some steps I bumped into a black woman and got the red stuff in her eyes. She was fiirious and screamed, ‘you can’t rub your deodorant into my face!’ She started then to rub it onto my cheeks, and I said ‘that’s not fair, you’re doing that on purpose!’ She began to fight with me.

5-6 February 2002

There was a drama which 1 was both viewer o f and participant in, involving a young blond woman and a young dark-haired woman, both very beautifrd. The blond woman had at some time tortured and murdered the dark, who had come back, though the blond didn’t recognise her as the same person and was preparing a wedding for her. The dark was going along with it but I knew she was planning revenge on the blond. Sometimes the blond would be in a room and the dark would appear in a bed with a battered and bloody face, though the blond couldn’t see her. All three of us were driven to a large old warehouse which was dark and

rumbling. The dark said we had to go into the basement where her wedding dress was being made by artists. I knew this was a lie. When we got inside, the dark told us to climb up through a long concrete/rock hole. I remembered being there before and knew that if I put my face too close to it, it exuded an hallucinogenic drug, so I said I was afraid of heights and went outside, which had become an enormous graveyard and men with guns started attacking each other. There was nowhere to hide.

Christian and I were in the US and had to travel to see a band. He went on a skateboard and I took a bus. When I got off I had to walk through a small undercover market. I was carrying a paper bag with raw mincemeat in it and a Rottweiler dog wouldn’t let me pass. I gave it the meat, which it gobbled up. A tall, short dark-haired man appeared, very anonymous looking, and asked me if his dog was bothering me. His name was John Doe. He walked along behind me as I went to meet Christian. When we got to the end of the Market I could see Christian in the distance and I said to John Doe, T have to go now, that’s my partner.’ Christian came over and was very angry and jealous and accused me o f being late because I had ‘picked up’ this strange man. We had to go back to the market to see if John Doe was there so that I could get him to tell Christian this was not true. But John Doe was no longer there.