Dream

Actually playing in football match. Due to a clash, there is a tide of blood breaking against the goal line. I avoid the ball and don't defend, see it slowly approach goal, bounce down off crossbar and pass line. Bear enters the pitch.

Leave at half time. Give ticket to friend (Susan? Claire?) Sit in room as young confident guy wires up computer to rip game. He is on the phone to his girlfriend, handling it beautifully. At one point his friend assumes the receiver - 'No, I don't think you can compare stealing software to 'The Reader'.

I burst out laughing.

A gun shot. I move onto street. This is the 2nd shooting in the city.

Jon is around.

I enter my office - building like Greenwich. I prepare to register students.
Go to my room. Try to lock door so can masturbate. not easy.
Through bus or car window, my brother says 'look!' An entire football team in white, on their sides. Are they murdered or is this art?