Thursday 11th January 1990.*

Last night was filled with what I think to be a significant though disjointed dream.  The most notable aspect being this: there is a war in the city where I live that started from nothing, if not a wish or a dream.  All the people I were with have split up but are now regrouping at a house.  Some are crowded into a room trying to sleep while others are out on the patio that looks over a dark sprawling city.  It is from here that I see the most amazing sight.  

Stretched across the horizon for as far as I can see there is floating in the air hundreds, maybe thousands of battleships heading towards the city, everything is lit in a dark orange glow.  The ships are a mixture from all historical periods including World Wars One and Two, there is also a giant behemoth that looks futuristic and more at home at in a science fiction film.  Down below the anti-aircraft guns begin to fire.