I found myself walking down a wide alleyway, I came upon a door to 'an experience', I entered and climbed the narrow staircase…
There were lots of people, in smart casual dress. They logged me in, and put me with a group of five or six…
I said I was an engineer, another guy said he was a builder, a long haired chap said he was a poet…
I was looking forwards to our conversation, but the group soon broke up, and I found myself eating a roast dinner…
I checked out; the explanations for the receipt were bamboozling, the 'experience' had cost over seven hundred thousand pounds…
I caught the train home.
Was it a dream, or was it two dreams. All I know is that there was lots of joy and laughter. I was very happy, and only a little disappointed not to talk with the bohemian poet. As always there are people, as always there is a refectory. Oddly this was an almost all male collective, apart from the girls taking the money!
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