Wednesday, 30th of May

The Surrey Quays dream once again, only this time it got further than it has ever done before. In the dream last night I felt the sheer dread of what is about to happen, saw the frightened look in the pregnant lady’s eyes, and tumbled onto my arse as the ground ripped itself open. But last night I also saw – or think I saw – the thing beneath the ground. I couldn’t tell you now what shape it is, or what it remotely looks like, but I could tell that its hot burning eyes were boring straight into me.