Dreamtime #6

Two dreams, the first triggered by a forthcoming Patti Smith reading at the ICA. The event was advertised by a picture of a bunch of bananas covered in a greasy brown sugary gloop. Billie and I turned up and went into the cinema (where the reading was taking place). There were two rows of assorted chairs and stools at the front which were blocking the view. B. was happy where she was but I went and tried several different seats, but ended up standing at the side. Patti eventually came on and was interviewed by a real twattish Jeremy Kyle type. He kept saying the answers she was giving didn't make sense and kept insisting she clarify everything. The stage was invaded, and the event taken over by a group of radical feminists, but they didn't know what to do with it? One of them turned the lights on, but they were too hot? The End.

The second dream was more of a nightmare. Bilie, Adam, Toby and I were walking alongside a dirty muddy canal. Adam and Toby launched into a mock fight, and Billie tried to move away from them, stepped backwards and fell in the canal. I ran downstream to some metal steps that went down into the brown water to try and catch her as she came past. But then I woke up.