Logical Dreamscape (7)

December 1st, 2010

I agreed to go to a somewhat unconventional jazz festival with my counterparts Mr Nick and Mr Neil which was being held in a large pub some thirty miles away. The first problem was that I didn’t know where it was located and they had already set off without me so I was left to my own devices. I managed to somehow get to within a couple of miles and hitched a ride on an old fashioned red double decker to the front of the pub.

Inside it was comprised of three or four floors. The main floor was on the ground level comprising of many tables and chairs and a huge spiral staircase through the middle of the room, but you couldn’t use it. It appeared to be some sort of art edifice. Encountering my usual bladder troubles even in a dream I head downstairs to the basement level to go to the toilet.

It is set out like the toilets in a school gym; line upon line of urinals as far as the eye can see, drenched in piss stains and chewing gum. The toilets are so far in the distance I can’t make them out, it’s as big as a warehouse. To make matters worse filling up most of the room is a group of school children lined up in formation and being drilled by a teacher. I quietly pick a urinal as far away from the chaos as possible and slip back upstairs.

There’s no music though. For a jazz festival there is only the sound of people talking. Perhaps it’s a metaphor or something, I didn’t pay to get in after all. I wander up to the top floor and still no music. I haven’t even located my two friends and instead get followed by a strange man with a beard and glasses, trying to start a conversation with me about vermouth and spiders. I make my excuses and leave but he still follows. Outside it’s a beautiful warm day.

What does it all mean?

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