Dream


Fields of protesters, streets of protesters. Inside school. I hide myself away as far back as I can. Climb among the beams. On the cross beams above one room are old papers, stacked. I pass on and on to a quiet room, hide.

A director of studies - Jo / Lady Deadlock - enters; a lesser member of staff too. She asks him for a paper. His mind computes how many rooms he will have to cross to get one. I say 'Don't worry, there are some above the ceiling, I'll show you.' He leaves the room.

In a car we drive out the front. To the left, where there were protestors, everyone is dead, sheep mixed among them, dead. The field in front of the school, the gate is open, some live sheep at the front, the field full of dead bodies. We turn right and a voice says 'Don't kill them! You'll have to kill them.' The road is full of live sheep, cattle, in our way.

Upstairs, in the classroom, the desks are empty. Simon is there, matter of fact. I open up the desk in front of me.

A gun, piles of books including 'Wet wet wet' an exercise book with a blurred photographic cover. Soft porn magazine with photos of a girl in a bikini, blue shorts bent over a chair.

Later, the situation unchanging, I go through each desk, the toy-like guns, the exercise books. I jump when I hear Simon enter.