A dream of her.

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I was in an Eastern europena land. It was uatum – depresisng day. empty street with grey tower blocks and many ylleow leave son the street v overcast. I met the evil one. We spoke a little and got on well. our first meeting. in reallity that is not where I met her. I thought of telling Fridas’ child yesteday whhere I met the evil one. not that I would tell Friday that now – but might tell him in years

then the police arested us toom us away serpately. it was commie time. oddly I wa snot afriad. Nothing happened-  later I was reocunting it to evil one. they thoyght I was a spy and she was an agent.

she told me how they used to teriy suspects by using animals- seranrts in the cas eof some. put them in a room with big ones till the eprson would talk.

there were other parts to the dream but I do not tecall them now. I was abed with Gift. could have been an allusion to her. There was more but I do not recall now. What can it signigy? A sense of entrapment?

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About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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