Male,
writer, born 1963
Lately I've had a recurrent dream in which I imagine myself
sleeping in a large, unfurnished, white-walled building. As
a hayfever sufferer, I'm accustomed to waking with my eyes
surrounded by a crusty, yellowish residue. In my dream,
however, I always wake up to find that this residue has
been replaced by another, much stranger substance. This
takes the form of copper-coloured sequins, each of them
adorned by an indecipherable hieroglyph. When I ask someone
about them, I'm told that they're mildly radioactive. In
most of my dreams I then try to escape from the building in
which I've imagined myself, but the door is locked.