Friday 2nd January 1987.  (6am-7.45am).

I am driving down Hay Street in Perth.  In the car with me is Sue, my brother in law and friend James H.  Instead of turning left or right at the pedestrian mall my girlfriends brother continues to drive straight through and I start yelling at him that we will be caught by the police for this.  He dismisses my pleas to stop with a casual reassurance that we won’t.

Sure enough where the road begins again we are about to turn left into Barracks Street and to our right at the traffic lights is a police car and we drive off hastily.  Positive that we where not seen we drive up through hilly country and over a bridge, the police catch up and they finally pull us over.  At the passenger side window I am confronted by an ugly middle aged policewoman with glasses who says to me, “I've been waiting for you”.  This as my brother in law slowly rolls away starts the engine and takes off.

Now we’re really in trouble I think to myself and the only way to lose the police is to take to the side streets but my brother in law knows better and instead of following my directions we seem to be backtracking.  We then run out of road go through a section of bush and onto the road again.

There is a building, a resort or a sanatorium and the three of us are lined up on a wooden staircase waiting to go in the showers.  In front of me is a fat man that takes a liking to me and we go look into a room.  It is completely empty with bare floorboards, walls and ceiling and with one small window.  My brother in law now informs me that this man was a homosexual but that’s ok because he is cured now.  By psychology I suppose.

Sue is in one of the showers, the only one with the curtain closed for all the others are occupied by males.  There is a man with long curly blond hair on his way to Sue to try and make a pass at her but I get to her first.

From what I can only assume to be Sue’s make-up I cover my face from forehead to chin with a grey orb onto which I put a black design that crosses my eyebrows, around my eyes and down each side of my nose to a point level with my mouth.

Now from a bridge we look down into a turbulent river.  In it floats a very large seashell and inside sits what looks like a lizard.

Thursday 8th January 1987.*

Sue and I get a chance to fly millionaire Alan Bond’s airship but first we must fill in three forms, a brown, a yellow and a green.   Sue fills in on my behalf with all sorts of nonsense that doe’s not impress the girl who gave us the forms.  The large business man himself struts in with two dozen stubbies of Swan Lager.  We now drive off up into the country where I presume the airship is stationed.  Stopping on the side of the road Sue goes to get some water and I drive off down the road then I turn back to pick her up for I don't like the idea of her hitch hiking.

I now walk into a suit hire shop I take to be the one owned by an Irishman in the arcade where I work as I need to borrow some pants.  The owners not there but one other person is serving a customer and I take it he is a new employee.  What I do not notice about this man at first is that he is an iridescent blue color, his clothes, eyes, skin and hair.  Since he is busy I go out the back to help myself to a pair of pants but there is only one shirt sitting on the rack.  I go out and ask the blue man where the Irishman is and he says, “I’m afraid that you have the wrong shop, his shop is down the road”.

Looking around I see that he is right and we both have a laugh about it and he remarks, “yes I was wondering what you were up to wandering around out the back there”.  Looking at him now his blue hair has strange silver radiance as does his blue eyes and I wonder if I am possibly mistaken and that he is a female.  I wake up 7.30am and the first thought that comes to me is that the blue man is somehow an avatar of the Hindu deity Vishnu. (Commentary here)

Tuesday 13th January 1987.

I am riding a small engine motorbike in an unknown city, I don’t have a drivers license or registration and are afraid of being caught by the police.  I am having trouble with the engine and try to start it before any police pass my way on the street.  Two policeman see me and I know that I’m caught, but they smile, turn their backs on me and walk away around the corner and down another street.  I ride off quickly thinking that maybe it is a trick and that they will head me off around the block, so I ride off out of the city.

Wednesday 14th January 1987.

I am at my old Primary School down at the edge of the bottom oval near the gate at the King Street, Holland Road corner.  Searching for magic mushrooms all that I find is an incredible array of toadstools in all colors, shapes and sizes.

I am looking in the grass at the bottom of the school fence.  Near a group of mushrooms I find an empty pack of Serapax.  Also there is an unfilled prescription for the pill and a blue box with a yellow stripe around it containing only a few pills.  I wonder if the school kids have been taking them?

Now I meet a woman with dark hair who is the school cleaner.  She invites me to have a cup of coffee with her at the school, I show her the pills and ask about them.  I know that I cannot stay for long as my girlfriend is waiting for me.

I leave the school jumping the bottom fence and head for home.  Now I can feel Sue sitting up jostling me awake from my dream but this is only part of the dream.  Waking at 5.30am she is still fast asleep next to me and I go back to sleep and the alarm wakes me at 6.00am.

Sunday 18th January 1987.  (6.30am-12.30pm).*

Sue and her father are in an Islamic city, in what seems to be Pakistan.  There are groups of brown and black men around, also there are quite a lot of bookshops in this town.  We walk into an open teashop off the street, it is dimly lit with flaking walls that burn dull orange in a kind of twilight.  There is only bare furniture here, wooden tables and benches.  Two Moslem men are sitting to the right of the entrance and a few other people sitting in the dim light.

Sitting down for a cup of coffee I see written on the front of the menu ‘we use such and such coffee’ and inside there are three types of coffee.  Nescafe for $1.20, the recommended brand for $2.70 and the last is $3.10 with a free pouch of coffee.  The service is slow but we finally order three of the recommended brand.

After the coffee’s we stand to leave but go to the back of the shop, turn right down a hallway and into another room, an antique book stall.  Books line the walls and fill the tables.  On the walls for sale are a lot of old propaganda posters from the Second World War, the price of one is over $300.00.  Looking at one smaller poster I hear a man asking about a particular one.  Turning around I see a blind man being led around from picture to picture being given a verbal description of each.

I find two spears leaning against the wall, one made in India and the others in Africa or Asia.  Taking them I go to leave the shop and stop to pay for the coffee but Sue says, “come on we won’t worry about that”.  Now walking down the street with my spears I have the feeling that war is in the air, people might think that I am on my way to war.

A small brown man runs up to me in the street and ask for payment for the coffee and spears.  I pull out a wad of Australian $20.00 notes and opening it find that I have been cheated in the exchange rate, for I find tiny New Zealand $10.00 notes that resemble the Australian $10.00 note in miniature.  Asking how much that I owe him and he tells me that it is 3 lark.  Pulling out a 5 lark note I give it to him plus two extra as a tip and he thanks me and runs off.

In a shopping centre I meet an attractively curved young brunette girl who works in a clothes store in a modern shopping arcade, a contrast to the dusty, dirty Moslem city.  Twice I kiss her and she then tells me of a girl called Muffin who has her name tattooed on her body, ‘only so the boy’s come around to look at her tattoo’.  I also have a letter from my parents in a yellow envelope. (Commentary here)

Wednesday 21st January 1987.

I am in a car that is driven by an unknown man on a road behind the Lilydale shops and can see that there is a line of traffic banked up ahead.  Turning off to the left we go racing along up a long straight of dirt road on a gently rising hill.  I don’t know this way home, on either side of us is a forest that I can only describe as drab or grey.  To the left there is a house with a messy yard and rusting machinery in it.  In another clearing further along is a house with a water tank beside it.  I comment to the driver that not many people live out here, thinking to myself, “I wonder where the summit of the hill is”?  Suddenly we are over a rise and come to a bitumen road and turning right drive through a lush green rain forest.

In a market located in a shed I am some kind of undercover policeman and have to catch three robbers.  I have a photo of the gang leader and he looks very similar to the cleaner from work.  Tall, swarthy skin with dirty black hair and a beard.  Of the other two members one is a short man with dirty long dark hair, John Lennon glasses, jeans and a light brown suede vest and the woman was in jeans also with long brown hair.

They have seen me and know who I am, I have to call for help.  Located in three holes in the market floor is a red phone in each.  I kneel down to dial but the phone is broken.  I still have time to escape but a pair of blue overalls at a stall catches my eye.  On the wrapping is a picture of English comedian Ronnie Corbett wearing the overalls with the caption ‘as worn by ‘Beadle’ and priced at fifty-seven or fifty eight cents.

I want to buy them but it is too late as the gang have trapped me in a hole, they are going to kill me.  I see the cleaner sweeping near me.  He is an undercover cop also, he can help me but only waves his hands at me not to give away his identity and runs off to get help.  It will be too late by the time that he gets back.  I awaken.

Friday 23rd January 1987.*

There is a star or bright light in the sky that I can talk to, they are aliens from another world.  I proudly tell my friends in the house where I live that I am to be the first ambassador from earth to their planet.  No one believes me and I show my two friends a paperback with a picture of an alien on the cover[1].  (See illustration)

The three of us and other unknown people are on our way to a picnic to what seems to be Fremantle.  A voice tells me that I am not to be an ambassador but a sample chosen from Earth to be put in their zoo.  Terrified I do not want to go at all now but I don’t know how to escape them.

To the left I see a little white Honda car racing down a narrow street with a sharp right hand bend at the end.  I think that it will crash but it slides around the corner nearly on two wheels.

On my own now I walk into an antique store and there is an old woman at the counter whom I tell about my predicament.  I turn and near the window is a shelf with various pieces on it, none of which I recognise.  One interest me, a rather flat upholstered dog bone shaped thing, red with a gold paisley type pattern on it.

Reaching for it I misjudge my move and cut deep into my right hand against the razor sharp edge of the stainless steel shelf.  Looking at my hand I have cut right to the bone along the base of all four fingers.  I begin to panic, I’m bleeding and no one will help me until finally I find a dirty red rag and wrap it around my hand.  I wake up.

Tuesday 27th January 1987.

In the mail I get a travel chess set.  I show it to Sue who suggests we have a game.  Setting it up I notice that a number of the black pieces are missing, also the bishops, black and white have a crystal around them.  Sue tells me to send it back.  I also have a black model aeroplane that I’m making, it is a World War Two German seaplane.[2] 

Thursday 5th February 1987.

It is late afternoon and I am mowing the lawn in a garden of plum trees.  The owner, a woman from my work comes out to see how I am going.  I’ve finished mowing but the clippings have still to be raked up.  The sun is nearly set and it’s too late to rake the clippings now.  I didn’t really want to anyway.

Out on the footpath are three statues, a small boy, a taller one of an aboriginal and another I really cannot see properly against a post.  I ask if they are alive and the woman tells me that they are.  Now an old lady comes racing down the path where I’m working and as I move out of her way I trip comically backwards over a tree branch.  Getting up I knock my head on another branch and again fall backwards.  I now decide to look at the statues noticing no life or movement except that the young boys eyes are moving.

Now I am driving along the beach front with high cliffs.  There are houses with very large bay windows into which I can clearly see.  I’m actually the passenger in the car of a doctor or official whom I am with at one stage.  At another stage I’m in another car following him when the winding road becomes bamboo!  This is Cottesloe beach.  The winding road passes a Fire Station with a tall stone war memorial outside.  Eventually we come to a car park where the official has to change cars.

Saturday 7th February 1987.

We are going to the Sail and Anchor Hotel in Fremantle for lunch.  With me is the middle-aged woman from the flower shop, my friend Brian C and a few others.  I ask the woman if I need bring anything and she says that it is ok.  At the pub the room in which we are to dine has wooden chairs and tables for about thirty people, but not all are occupied.

Brian punctures a hole in the bare wooden floor to go fishing and hauls through the floor the most ugly pink-red fish about half my height.  He ask if I would like to go fishing, I agree and out of the hole I also pull up a large fish, blue and repulsive.  Someone gives me a knife to cut it open with but cannot stand the sight of it.  I look again and the fish has shrunk to a smaller smooth blue fish.  Everyone grabs the fish and they begin to stuff bananas down its gurgling throat, which I can see right down.

There is an attractive waitress that resembles the girl in the coffee shop at work.  We begin to grapple, she has a knife and wants to kill me and unless I kill her first she will kill me.  I eventually turn the knife on her, slitting her abdomen from bottom to top, I’m frightened that I will be accused of murder.

A woman appears, as does the young girl with the knife still in her stomach.  The woman explains that the young girl is a Goddess.  This I cannot quite comprehend but there is also a holding pen or cage like structure near us, I’m told the young girl must go into this place to do penance.  She does not want to go but finds herself inside with the other ‘creatures’.  In the dark I see with a friend a long dark house. (Commentary here)

Sunday 8th February 1987.

At work I decide to go for a test drive on a red moped that is operated by pressing up and down your right foot on a floor pedal.  Riding along Springvale Road in Melbourne I decide I had better get back to work in case my boss rings.  He does phone but puts me on hold while he answers another line.

I decide to go for another ride along the same road but in heavy traffic I get the speed wobbles and fear that I will crash.  I now realise how far I’ve gone, it’s a long way back from London.  I don’t want to ride but with my boss on the phone I might get into trouble if I don’t get back as the night was fast approaching.

Resolving to go by train I have to be careful of the wolves, for if I am bitten I will become a werewolf.  As I ride in the train through the night we stop at a place that looks like a refinery with lights dotted all over it.  Coming into a station I ask two derelict old men where we are and they tell me its Melbourne.  I look out the window and sure enough I see a brown stone building and know I’m here.  Shocked by how fast I got here I ask the old men for a cigarette but break it.  As I look back after jumping off the train I see a wolf lurking underneath.

Buying some fish and chips and I sit down at a table with two women and a man whom I ask for a cigarette to roll, telling them that my girlfriend will be worried where I’ve been all night.  They all introduce themselves and then another person joins us at the table but I know him.  It is the man from the Telecom office and I am surprised to see him here.

Now I look down from what seems to be a be a high rise balcony into a dock area where I see a dark grey submarine rising out of the water with a large white Star of David on the turret.

Monday 9th February 1987.

In a room Brian C and I are packing backpacks to go overseas.  I have a large plastic cylinder to attach to my pack to carry rolled up paintings and drawings while overseas but first I try in on to see if it fits on my back.  Now I am looking at a map of Asia and I find the Khyber Pass.

Friday 13th February 1987.

I am going into a large concrete prison for three months, for theft I think.  The warden is a reasonable man that lays down the rules.  His cohort is a larger darker man who enforces the laws and is in the habit of ridiculing me.  Accompanying the two is a silent woman.  Two friends James H and Brian C are also with me, they both leap down across a wide chasm to a lower level cement pavement.  They beckon me to jump but I’m scared and know that I really cannot leave.

Scooting around hovering just above the floor are little metal boxes with a wire antenna on their backs and a hole or eye in the front of them.  One of them really annoys me and I don’t like it.  When a friendly one comes along I smash it and then regret doing it but are allowed out to get spare parts for it.

Going with James and Brian to an electronics shop at the Burntbridge Shopping Centre we arrive to find that it is an old cottage type shop.  Upon entering I find that it’s a craft shop run by an old woman.  She shuns me for she knows I’m in prison because I am ‘marked’.  She tells us the man who was previously there has moved his electronics shop to the Target Store in Box Hill to which we proceed.

In the Target Store is a large partition separating an area from the rest of the place.  On a shelf I see a model World War Two German tank in yellow desert colors.  An unusual one that I notice has no turret or top armour but rows of seats instead, still another mechanical tank is just partly completed.

Suddenly looking up into the air I see an unusual flying craft hovering, in it are the warden and the enforcer with the woman in the back.  The warden points a small wand at me and it emits a beam of light I fear will kill me.  The beam expands to stars then a brilliant white light and when it clears I find myself back inside the prison.  The enforcer is also there telling me off for straying so far from the prison.

In the passage between cells is a dark haired woman who is in labour and about to give birth.  I yell for help but no one will assist.  I put her on a seat with her legs spread, there is too much blood and screaming.  I can not watch.  My three-year-old son comes to comfort me and people ask him why he stays in prison with me to which he answers, “He wants to be with his father”.

Now boarding a DC3 aircraft.  The inside it is completely different than in reality, for we are actually traveling in a large flying wing (see illustration).  There is a social function going on inside and from where I stand to my left is a long panel of windows along the length of the wing.  Walking towards me next to the windows are two women, elegantly dressed in long gowns, hats and heavy make-up.  I can only see the green countryside below, the hills and the town but no sky and by the angle of the floor I feel that we are descending[3]

Monday 16th February 1987.

I am standing in the front driveway of my old home in East Ringwood.  Talking with the young boy who lives across the road, all of a sudden I find he has me in a tight embrace.  Now the scene has changed and I am watching what seems to be a B grade 60’s psychedelic movie.  It stars a short haired brightly colored pop group that I don’t recognise at first getting up to all sorts of childish antics.  Now they begin to sing ‘Respect Yourself’ and then I recognise them as the group The Kane Gang.

I find myself on a scooter pushing along a road in Heatherdale past a park at the bottom of a hill near where I used to live.  I am on the way to visit my friend Aco.  Stopping on the side of the road I walk over to the playground where I find three of my books hammered into the ground like fence post.  Memories, Dreams and Reflections and Man and his Symbols, both by Carl Jung and The Way of the White Clouds, a book on Tibetan Buddhism by Lama Anagarika Govinda.  I pull them up, wipe them off and the next thing I know is I am struggling with my whole bookcase trying to load it onto the little scooter. 

Thursday 19th February 1987.

The Prince and Princess of Wales give me two tickets to go see the group Tears for Fears!  They are appearing at the Old Melbourne Hotel in Perth and it is so crowded that people are flowing out into the street.  Inside I push my way towards the area where the stage is, as the band begins to sing their song ‘Shout’.

Finally getting through the crowd to where the stage is I get a shock to find the area near the front nearly empty.  Only a couple of wooden chairs and tables topped with little orange glowing lamps are occupied, as well as that a different band is playing.  Continuing out past the stage to the back of the hotel I come to an enclosed yard, two men are there.  One is seated on a deckchair about to be given a shave by the other who is standing next to him.  The seated one offers me a joint, which I accept. 

I travel by bus to Melbourne to see a person by the name of Peter who I knew from high school and his wife whom I have never met.  They live in a large house above a football field.  Sue is glad that I have come to see her and as I leave to drive home in my old beat up Ford she offers me a joint in apprehension.  Driving along through wide-open countryside I light it up.  I have no money for petrol or food and I am not particularly worried.  Thinking to myself, “I know that I will get by somehow”.

Monday 23rd February 1987.

I am out riding my pushbike around where I live, the riding is hard for the road is sandy.  Now riding down hill along a tarred country road either side of me is farmyard and orchards.  Around a bend I speed up the opposing hill and I can see a new housing estate to the left in the distance.

There is a brown brick house with a small tower on top.  I walk inside into the kitchen and go about making myself a cup of coffee, pretending to be invisible even though the lady of the house is present.  She is rather perplexed as to who I am and what I am up to.  Her two children, a boy and a girl are also in the kitchen.  I ask the boy where the ingredients for a cup of coffee are and as I put in the coffee and sugar I begin to get worried that the woman might think I’m crazy wandering around her kitchen.

Maybe I should talk to her but I keep on ignoring her.  She is soon joined by her husband and brother who ask me what I am doing in their house.  I tell them about my long bike ride but they think that I am crazy and have escaped from somewhere.  They are about to leave and want me to go with them.  They are news cameramen for Channel Ten.  I refuse to go with them and I get on my bike and ride off.

Wednesday 25th February 1987.

I’m at a party with Sue where I run into my old girlfriend.  We are both surprised to meet each other and go off on our own talking about what we’ve been doing with ourselves.  A barmaid who worked at the Croydon Hotel appears, kneels down and begins to have oral sex with me.  I’m confused because she thinks that I am someone else, a friend who once worked at the hotel.

Sue and I are at what seems to be the Auld Mug Tavern in Fremantle.  Inside is a video arcade illuminated only by the video screens that line the arcade, branching off to the left and right.  There are quite a lot of people moving in the dim light and it is hard to make out any detail.  The arcade seems to lead to a large decrepit house on an open country block.  Sue and I are moving there.

Inside the house are broken windows, dirty yellow cracked plaster, stained walls and rubbish everywhere.  Noticing a large louver window door in the lounge wall that leads to the outside is hanging open on a broken hinge I say to myself, “what a stupid place for a door” and I try to close it.  There are windows and doors in the most ridiculous places and anyone could break in.  There is also an upstairs but I don’t venture up.

Out the back is a room near the stairs.  The door is closed and out of it comes a young black man.  “Whose he”? I ask Sue.  “He lives here” she reply’s.  I cannot recall anyone saying anything about sharing a house and I can’t figure out why she wants to move to this dump from our nice flat in Mt Claremont.  Even walking around the outside is just as bad.

I ask Sue to try on a fine yellow sari type dress, she looks very beautiful in it with its purple scarf that she puts first over her shoulders then over her head.  My friend David L now appears in a car and I climb into the passenger seat and we drive off, but not on the road.  We go ploughing through a cane field and all I can see is the cane breaking down in front of me.

Onto the road again and off to my left in a grassy field are Indian women in yellow sari’s with green scarves over their heads walking in a well spaced line intersecting with a line of Indian men coming from the other direction.

Still on my left we are approaching a large stage situated in an open field.  A lot of Indian people are gathered in front of it.  On the stage is an altar.  Behind it a priest holds a communion wafer into the air with both hands.  All around the field and up to the road Indians are laying around under tarpaulins and makeshift huts.  A jeep full of bearded Sikhs comes up to pass on my side, they are wearing green turbans with yellow stripes.

Saturday 28th February 1987.

I dream again that I am in prison, all that I can remember is being in a cell and looking out of the bars.

Monday 9th March 1987.

I am up a ladder above the doorway of a large wooden two-storey house.  I am precariously balanced with a can of white paint in my hand and want the whole place painted white.  Above me is a man painting in colored squares, I try to climb down but cannot see my footing.  I ask my girlfriend for guidance on the ladder in case I slip and fall.

Wednesday 11th March 1987.

Sue and I are in a car driving near the beach and I’m at the wheel.  Looking out across the deep blue water we are awed by the sight of a Blue Whale leaping out of the water.  Not far is a rocky point with a number of people on it.  We want to drive out to it and get closer to see the whales.  We seem to be driving across the water and I see a large shark, it scares me for a second and we get away but cannot get to the point.

Now I am at an apartment of someone I knew but cannot recall whom.  I think that we can get to the point through the backyard.  The yard is a huge green expanse dotted with trees, an almost identical yard to the left had a couple of turkeys running around in it.  I’m told that I can get through the apartment block next door.  When I find the pass between the blocks I don’t want to go through for it is dark with a rocky incline at the end.  At end are a couple of people descending into shadow to the bottom.

I now seem to be racing along almost out of control on my bicycle.  Down a slope I go with a railing to my left, a long train is rushing towards me passing so close it almost hits me.  Obstacles seem to be in my way all the time.  Two men are pushing each other around on a bridge in front of me, one steps in front of me and I just miss him.

The path narrows, there are railings either side of me and another cyclist is rushing towards me.  Finally I stop outside a two-storey apartment block near the rear of an estate on a hill.  I continue down the street but cannot find my way.  I could get through a BP Service Station but would have to go through the car wash.  Looking around at the apartments, on all the roofs are crosses.

Saturday 14th March 1987.

I meet a man with a container of fish, I ask where he caught them and he tells me Cottesloe Beach.  He gives them to me and I take them home, putting them into a large aquarium that I once owned.  There are three larger fish and three or four smaller fish.  All of them brilliantly colored.  I take particular notice of one that is long with an unusual spear like head and tail.  Iridescent red around the edges and cream in the middle, with a touch of yellow around the head and tail.  A black dot on the tail and other black markings create what looks like a face on the tail.

I’m beginning to think that I should not have put them in the tank for a crack in the glass I had forgotten about is leaking out as much water as I can top it up with.  To save the fish Sue and I scoop them out and put them in a large bottle.

Sue and I are now in a shopping centre looking at clothes, in particular a pair of leather pants.  We both come to a restaurant that looks like a house the near path on Mt Dandenong in Victoria, where I grew up.  Hiding the bottle of fish out the front we go in.  Inside are four wooden chairs at a square table in the front section.

Taking a seat we ask the woman owner for the menu, even though we don’t plan on eating, looking around we are the only ones here.  The back of the restaurant is the owners’ residence and I can see her children playing in one of the large rooms.  Now the restaurant seems to be filling up with people and there appears to be more and more children around.  The noise of their playing gets louder and louder.

The building begins to change, doors and windows appear with people popping in and out of them.  None of this really makes much sense.  Then two big doors separate in the wall and a giant gorilla appears from behind the wall that is moving back and forth like a mobile shooting gallery target.  It has the appearance of being made of plastic.  The restaurant has taken on the color and appearance of an amusement park House of Fun.

Sunday 15th March 1987.

Again I find myself in the navy but don’t know really why I’m here, considering I have no desire to join the armed forces.  Feeling the top of my head and all my hair has been cut off to a crew cut.  I wanted to grow it long!  I’m with two unknown navy friends on the deck of an aircraft carrier, one of them is short and the other tall.  On the flight deck are Hawker Harrier jump jets, one with USAF markings, another with RAF markings and quite an unusual one painted white with the red maple leaf of the Canadian flag on it.

The three of us walk to the edge of the deck and I’m telling them that I can’t figure out why I’m here.  They show me my application that indicates I have been in for four years with four more to go!  The tall guy and I agree that if war breaks out we will dissert, rather than throwing our lives away for politicians, though the navy would probably trick us into a situation or location that we could not escape from.

The short sailor and myself won’t get to close to the edge for fear of falling but the tall guy does a balancing act on a pole jutting out from the deck.  Now square sections of the deck begin to disappear underfoot, I jump from one to another and watch my two friends disappear below deck.  I’m hesitant to descend but finally go below too.

Now I am looking at a display in a Model Shop window, they are World War 2 German desert panzers painted yellow and a Heinkel 111 with the propeller blades cut off.  Looking closely at the fine detail on this model I notice the pilot’s face had been left unpainted in its light blue plastic.

I am on my way to see my parents, it will be a while before I see them again for I think the navy is going to station me in Africa.

Thursday 9th April 1987.

I am in a house with the middle-aged woman who runs the flower shop next door from my work and she has bought with her a number of aboriginal children.  There are six or eight of them and she is acting as a kind of foster mother.  There age’s range from toddlers to young adult and all are wearing brightly colored sarongs.  An attractive young girl about fourteen stands out from the rest for her features are aboriginal but her coloring is caucasian.

The woman and I are now sitting in the lounge room and the sounds I can here give me the impression that one of the older boys is playing with one of the toddlers in a room down the hall to the left.  To my surprise he struggles into the hall with a bench top stove with oven attached, he is told to put it back and is reprimanded for his behavior.  I ask if they always behave like this and she says, “yes but they have always sold more beds than me”?

Wednesday 29th April 1987.

At Tullamarine Airport in Melbourne I have been given a one way ticket to London and have minutes to decide whether to use it or not for the green departure lights are flashing.  I think about Sue and my friends but on the spur of the moment rush from the group of people I am with, through the doors to customs.  Now on board a 747 I see people descending the spiral staircase from the upper level.  In London I find two sisters Kati and Sally living in a ‘dark’ brick apartment.  I have no money to return home and begin to regret having left Sue.

Out the front of my sister’s house in Healesville I am sitting in the front passenger seat of my friend Aco’s car.  Next to her house where in reality is a petrol station is an old style derelict wooden caravan.  One wall is fallen in, the whole thing is overgrown and slowly sinking into the ground at an angle.  We go to have a look at the wreck, stepping inside through a crack in the sidewall, inside its damp with a horrible musty smell with rubbish and old newspapers scattered everywhere.

I find some rotten cheese on a shelf and now the door opens and a fairly young woman appears.  She looks pathetic, dark rings around her eyes, dirty long hair and a filthy frock.  Asking what she is doing here she tell me that she has been here since her husband left her.  I wonder how she can live in this mess?  She offers Aco and I two dirty round pieces of cheese but we decline.  Getting back in the car we take off down the wrong side of the road, racing towards us is a police pursuit car in the distance but we change to the correct side before we are hit or seen by the police.

Thursday 7th May 1987.

Sue, Brian C, Mum and I are in the lounge of the house where I grew up and we’re going shopping.  I ask my Mother if we are going to Eastland and she replies that we are going to Croydon.  Before we leave though a music video comes on TV, it is Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top.  To my surprise instead of the beautiful long legged women that appear in the clip bright changing colors and psychedelic images of muscle bound men constantly change on the screen and by their gestures towards each other.  I take them to be homosexual.  “That is sick”, my mother remarks and we leave.

Brian and I are now in the driveway and I think Sue is there also.  A large eagle lands between us and drops a branch with a large type of wooden seed pod attached to it, it then flies off.  “What is it”?  I ask Brian. He tells me it is an egg and I can see that it is partly open, inside a baby eagle is moving about, attached seemingly by the tail to the inside.

“How will I look after it”?  I wonder as we take it around to the backyard, maybe I can feed it wheat and I imagine it following me around when it grows up.  My Mother comes out the backdoor and I show it to her then hang the branch and egg pod on two nails to the right of the back door.

Saturday 9th May 1987.  (3pm-7pm).

I am with a group of people, they all seem to be men and I don’t know any of them.  We are in a type of living military museum run by the Japanese.  Divided into groups some go to a long building with a delta wing jet aircraft simulator.  I go with the others to a building that contains a giant scale model of an aircraft carrier made from Lego building blocks of red, blue and some yellow.

On the way there I stop to look at an unusual fish tank containing a number of primitive species of fish found deep in the ocean.  One I take particular notice of is slightly larger than my fish, like an Angler with a puffy cream belly and a long pointed lower jaw.

At the carrier I ask what we are here for and find out as we climb inside it that we are going to re-enact the Battle of the Coral Sea.  Crowded into a hallway of Lego the sound of war rages, all of a sudden the ship list sideways and we all fall, I begin to panic and we all run for the exit fearing that we’re sinking (even though it is only a simulation).  Outside again I walk back pass the fish tank where I again stop to watch, I can see in the other building people with the delta wing planes.

Outside the display I wait for my Dad to pick me up but he does not arrive so I start walking.  I am in Ringwood and head off across green paddocks on my way to a friend’s house on Maroondah Highway.  As I arrive my Dad pulls up and tells me off for not waiting for him.  In the front yard I can see little white chickens with long red legs walking about.

Tuesday 12th May 1987.

I am in Cairns with two friends and we are going to the pub.  We walk into a building and through it to another at the rear, this is the hotel.  In the bar my friends are standing around a pool table, other people are in the bar and there is a middle aged oriental man running around the place.  My friends tell me that he is looking for someone, he comes up to me with outstretched arms, firmly grabs me by the shoulders and says, “You're the one, you have the eyes of truth”.  All the while looking deep into my eyes staring with his deep brown eyes.  I’m confused, not really too sure what he is going on about.  He takes off to another room saying something about things that he must teach me.

Now I am driving a 4WD and I have Sue beside me.  In the dim light travelling down along sweeping bend a Queensland Police car starts following us.  “What the hell does he want”?  I remark to Sue.  Driving up a ramp onto what is a very high railway platform I stop because of car trouble, the police car stops below us.

All of a sudden a policeman is standing next to me at the window of the car.  “On behalf of the Queensland Police force I’d like to commend you on your safe driving and......”.  I cannot believe the crap he’s coming out with and that he has pulled me up just to give me a signed declaration for safe driving.  Surely there is an ulterior motive for his actions.

Tuesday 19th May 1987.*

At my old high school with my brother and sister we are running around the hallways making a racket.  I have two small super balls that I’m bouncing off the walls and an irritated vice principal ask me to hand them over.  Since I am no longer a child I taunt him to get them off me as I stuff them down my pants.  The three of us are now leaving and walking past Ainslee Park Junior School I boast to my sister, “Boy, they wont forget our family in a hurry”.

Back in Perth I’m driving around giving my brother and sister a bit of a sight seeing tour.  Missing a turn off into the city centre we drive off down a long dark bricked up industrial area.  Ahead I see what looks like two dull silver trams that turn onto the road, one from the left and the other from the right.  Also I see closed two iron gates that bar the way to a botanical or rose garden, coming down the hill towards us is a huge pagoda on a tower, skirted by a long white sheet and it takes up the whole width of the road.  It turns to the right just in front of me and I see the tower is made of dark bricks.

We are now having trouble with the car and stop in a kind of dirty market place.  A priest appears, he wants to give us communion and the three of us consent.  First my brother and then my sister take the traditional small wafer but I am offered a sacrificial wafer that is huge and soft, asking if he expects me to eat it all he replies, “yes”.

As the smiling priest tries to push all the wafer in my mouth I begin to choke, the wafer taste revolting, my mouth is packed full and I want to spit it out.  Respectfully, I wait till the priest turns his back and I spit out the wafer.  Some lands on the ground under a bench next to a goat’s head, more lands further away on ground that is covered with huge maggots.  A well dressed woman walks up to get into her Mitsubishi Magna and shakes her head at me in disbelief.

Tuesday 2nd June 1987.

I'm on my way home from a nightclub with Peter and his girlfriend and seeing an unmanned divisional police van decide to steal it to drive home.  Driving with the other two next to me in the front another police car turns out of a street towards us, playing down the situation I hope they do not see me with my long hair driving a police wagon.  I drop off the other two at home and then drive home myself to my parent’s house where my Dad finds out what I’ve done.  “That’s OK” he says, “I know you were drunk when you stole the car but we can get you out of this”.  Now I park the car in a bathroom type area.

Monday 8th June 1987.*

I am some type of research station.  A hut built on an ice flow in the Arctic Circle.  I am with an unknown friend clad in Eskimo type clothing and are playing a ball game among the icy outcrops.  A polar bear appears and though I don’t find it menacing I do not want it coming too close either.  I move away jumping gaps in the flows where broken ice is floating in the water.

The bear continues to come closer and as I jump one of the flows I slip and fall into the water, sinking deep down into the icy water.  I seem to be in some sort of swimming pool, the water is a cool fluorescent blue, below I can see the bottom and above I see the ice flow covering the surface.  Now I rise out of the water and I am back on top of the ice again.

The bear is still around and once again I slip into the watery depths.  I do not find it disconcerting at all that I might freeze or run out of air.  Once again I rise to the surface but this time I need help from my companion to crawl back onto the ice.  I find myself back in the hut with three videos, I select one to watch and then I wake up[4].

Monday 15th June 1987.

I come home to find that Sue has taken in a border, an unknown friend from over east.  Martin or Mario is his name and between themselves have decided to move to a place down south called Rockingham.  I am angry that Sue has not even consulted me about the move and I yell at her and her new found friend.  At the house in Rockingham I am still mad, how will I get to work or university?  Now Martin seems to be turning into my brother in law and Sue has a resemblance to my sister.  The new house is fairly modern and situated on a hill among a field of yellow grass.

Now two white jet fighters descend from the sky, there are long hooks of some sort hanging from the bottom of the aircraft.  Over a fence I can see banners of red, white and blue hanging between poles.  The planes have to scoop up the banners with the hooks.  A friend of my brother in laws, Shane (he doesn’t really resemble him) walks out with a double barrel shot gun and blasts one of the jets.

“Now we are in big trouble”, I say to myself and sure enough a jeep full of aboriginals pulls up and begins to fight with the other two.  I refuse to have anything to do with it but can see that they are losing so I go out to help and one of the aboriginals grabs me and then another.  Instead of hitting them I begin to speak and this pacifies them and they leave.

I see racing along at the bottom of a hill a long ‘bullet’ type train that passes by two station platforms with a sign on each.  I ask my wife/sister if this train goes to the city and does it stop at the station and are told, “sometimes”.  Now at the bottom of a hill with my brother in law, we are at the refrigerator?  Another blue train coming away from the city stops nearby and a hippy type girl I once knew gets off the train and walks away up the hill.

Another train going towards the city stops and a Chinese girl at the door of the back carriage throws a stone hitting me.  The train is packed with people and I pick the stone up throwing it back at her as the train pulls away.  Still another vehicle stops near me, it is a silvery bubble type car, a sort of futuristic rail car.  A hatch opens and in it is seated a very modern ‘space age man’, he is middle aged with dark hair and he warns me that the train that has just left will crash.  I then see the stone I threw hit the Chinese girl and the train leaves the rails near East Ringwood station, carriages are rolling over among the trees and bodies are thrown everywhere. (Commentary on space age man)

Wednesday 12th August 1987.

There is a jet aircraft of one of the national airlines flying low above the house I grew up in.  It climbs steeply then banks to the right sharply, this is repeated again and for a moment, I am also in the plane as it banks.  Now from the ground a Qantas 747 also flies over our house and into the rear of a large fronted house of a neighbour on the other side of the street.  Tearing down the front and exploding in the most spectacular fireball.  My Mother appears in the driveway telling me that she will never fly again! 

I am about to take part in the recreation of a war, I think it is the Battle of the Somme from World War One.  From a point in the air I can see railway yards, hills and forest near where the battle is to commence, compared with the original battle this looks very green and alive to the browns of the past.

Now I am in a dugout with some friends, I ask one for a cigarette and have much trouble rolling it.  The guns begin in the distance and the battle closes in, it frightens me as I realise that this is for real.  Trying to run to another trench I stop for shelter behind a building where I ask someone there for another cigarette and I realise why I am having so much trouble rolling it.  The tobacco is actually tiny red capsicums!  I peek around the corner and a barrage of exploding cannon fire is approaching and a sudden realisation hits me, a lot of my friends are going to die.

Sunday 20th September 1987.*

I get out of bed early before dawn.  I am in the house previously owned by my parents, they are away on holidays.  In the hallway I peel flaking paint from the walls with a blue and mauve circular pattern on it.  On the floor is paint previously removed by someone else.  Going into the dinning room I find a friend of my brothers seated at the table

Taking a seat with him I begin to tell him about a man I rented a house with.  He was of a jealous nature and quite dislikeable but I am aware that I must not exaggerate his bad points.  Also seated at the end of the table is my Nan and Pop, he has a handkerchief tied on his head.  At first I don’t take much notice of until it hits me that they have both been deceased for some years.  I wave and say hello to my Pop and he responds.

They are also physically changed as their skin is softer and they look years younger.  Asking my friend if he can see them he says he cannot and I am quite amazed.  Outside in the dark a Corolla Hatch pulls up in the drive, I call my brother for this is the lift for him and his friend to work. (Commentary here).

Friday 4th December 1987.

Last night I dreamed that the markets where I work was robbed.  Two masked men with sawn off shot guns burst in through the front door.  I don’t know what time of the day it is but there is still quite a few people at the checkouts.  One of the gunmen grabs Liz the Assistant Manager as a hostage and holds the gun to her head.  Standing at a checkout I contemplate offering myself as an exchange for Liz and as I do everyone puts their hands in the air as if doing the same.  Frank the store manager is one of the robbers or has something to do with them.  The only other thing that I notice while all this is happening is that under my counter is a litre of plain milk and a litre of non-fat milk.

Saturday 5th December 1987.*

I take off in a World War Two German jet aircraft, a Messerschmitt 262.  I am not alone, I think that my girlfriend Sue is with me and we come to land at a Concentration Camp.  There is grey and darkness everywhere, barbed wire and emaciated corpses are piled up or scattered while hundreds of other living skeletons[5] march into a dark brick building (See illustration) and then into furnaces.  A grotesque thin woman screams at me, for what I don’t know.  There is a fearful indifference in me.  We now leave and I think to myself this place could be hell and boarding our aeroplane we take off. (Commentary here).

Sunday 6th December 1987.*

There is a small room I have to clean and when I open the door I find the floor is a pond of blue mud.  The black man appears at the door, he is a warrior of some sort who must sacrifice his life by drowning himself in the mud.  As he throws himself in and sinks out of sight I begin to cry a torrid of tears.  So much so that the next time I look into the room the mud is now replaced by a white tiled pool of pure clear water with a dark pipe going into the right side wall. (Commentary here)

Sunday 20th December 1987.

Sue and I are driving back along the beach road to Cottesloe, I am sitting in the passenger seat looking out over the ocean.  I see a waterspout moving across the surface, a fish is sucked up into it and then drops back into the water.  I ask Sue to stop so I can have a look and she refuses, even aggressively to pull over to the side.

Further down the road I see a fin and tail rise out of the water and then descend, for moving under the water are two or three white whale/dolphins.  This time I cannot let Sue not pull over to watch these magnificent creatures moving south towards the river mouth and we turn around to follow them.  I soon realise that they are going to be trapped in a pond and as I run out onto a stone bridge I can see the dolphins pass underneath into the pond on the other side.

One of the creatures rolls onto its side and stares at me with such love that it seems almost human.  From the bridge I watch as they roll and flounder in the pool, once again their rising and movements and the gestures of their fins seem so human.  Now workmen descend stairs into a tunnel that leads down the left to the pool, I chase them screaming, “no I won’t let you get the dolphins”.  I must tell Greenpeace and ask for their help.

I try to physically stop them, one of them carrying a box on his shoulders runs into the wall at the bottom of the stairs, bounces back and hits me in the face with the box (it hurts), but he finally gives up trying to get to the dolphins.  Out behind the pool is a steep hill that people are laying ladders down in an effort to get at the dolphins.

Looking over to the right is what I take to be Fremantle docks viewed from the Stirling Bridge and I see a giant VTOL aircraft.  It is very tall with short wings and giant engines.  A voice tells me that it is as big as 747 and it is an experimental aircraft.  Behind it is a black Lockheed Interceptor spy plane.  This giant aircraft is trying to take off, its jet engines revving more and more till at last it takes off the ground, only for a few seconds though then it suddenly drifts backwards into a wall and explodes in a giant fireball.  Now walking away from Fremantle with my girlfriend’s brother we pass an enormous Bar that is open.  I think that maybe we should go in for a drink, but no, first I must return to help the dolphins then we can come back for a drink