I am standing in my doorway. In the street outside there is a procession
It seems to be a parade of a few children, leading a big, green, stuffed round thing.
This green thing is a little ominous--it is moving under its own power, and is dragging
tendril-like things. The overall impression is some large monocellular organism. I even
have the feeling that it is god.
Someone behind me says to one of the children in the procession "Not everyone likes
themusic you do."
This, as they turn towards us--and enter.
Inside the front room there is a record player, playing something I like. But the
green thing is suddenly over it, absorbing it. This is frightening.
Next instant, the green thing is over in a corner, now not squat and fat, but tall and
thin. It disappears. In its place, the children who were in the procession appear. They
The record player is now over there, higher, on a shelf. I go over to it. On the
turntable is a kind of record, but on the face of it is a clock.