And so I’ve had a lot to think about this week, a great deal
to contemplate. I’ve been in contact with Dexter Phillips on a daily basis.
Each morning I call him and tell him what I dreamt the night-before, then we
compare notes. It’s interesting as when I have the dream of me stood on my
street knowing something is going to strike from above, he has a dream where
he’s outside his house with exactly the same feelings of anxiety. When I dream I’m
in the Surrey Quays shopping centre with a monster rising from below, he is
also dreaming of a subterranean doom coming for us all. I also speak to Denise,
and it’s uncanny how closely the three of us dream.
Julie is fascinated by it. We stay up late and talk about in
bed, and I tell her my dreams and Dexter’s dreams and Denise’s dreams and we
try to interpret it all. She hasn’t seen the things inside my head, so as an
outsider may spot some sign or hint I’ve missed. I’m glad I have her. She no
longer looks at me as if I’m weird, instead she hangs on what I tell her and is
there to offer help.
She’s a godsend. There are even moments when I think I’m in
love with her.
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