Tuesday 3rd January 1995.  (4.30am).*

In a white walled basement or subterranean with overhead beams.  William S. Burroughs is reading from newspaper reports and comments on various magical, psychic and supernatural occurrences.  Run like a TV show they are played out before me.  One is a woman who says that she can hex witches if she can only get them seated in this wooden chair.  Another that I ask Burroughs to repeat warning, “do not try this at home”. It is of a dark short haired middle aged woman who invokes spirits in the cellar by hitting the ceiling with a broomstick handle.  A multiplicity of women’s voices begin to speak, together they say, “In the night, the ‘morrow will bring fear”.  I wake suddenly and quite startled. (Commentary here).

Wednesday 1st February 1995.  (5.00am).*

There is a young girl I have been seeing and I stay with her at a friend’s house, my school friend James H I think.  I am sleeping in the bath, which is really uncomfortable and she is in her bed near me.  Her parent remark how keen I must be to sleep in the bath, they are going to bed so I feign sleep by snoring loudly.  The father comes in and I rouse myself and he introduces himself to me.

He had been a famous Ice Hockey player and I meet his two younger sons who are similarly dressed as ice hockey players.  The younger goes, “gimme five”, and wears a transparent blue patch over one eye that is attached to his helmet.  Something is said about us going on a train and wearing a white tuxedo.  I change directions sleeping in the bath, foot to head.

I am deep in the jungle on some sort of expedition.  There has been an argument previously as it was thought that bringing me along would only cause trouble.  Many people are in this expedition and I guess we are in the 1600's.  We hack our way through the jungle so that the supply carts that are drawn by four horses can be pulled through.  The hill we are climbing is steep and narrow and we have already lost a cart and the horses are trying to pull one out of the mud that is stuck on its side.  We must also keep the mares apart as they fight.  Some have died already.

There is a man known as the ‘Indian’, he looks more Spanish than Indian.  He asks me to lance a huge boil in his lower left eyelid.  There is another next to his eye and side of his face is red and swollen.  I refuse to lance it as I am scared and we begin to argue.  Using something like a wood chisel he does it himself.  There are many animals, some dangerous, that we have encountered and I am fearful.  Yesterday we were attacked briefly by a Rhinoceros, its body running so close to me.

From the top of a mountain I see our destination, in a narrow valley between two mountains are two churches or temples of such height that they are half the height of the mountain.  In a small room on a table is an urn with cups and spoons.  There is not much coffee left.  The cup I have has just been ruined by the Indian.  He has put mud in it as well as the spoons.  This is the final straw, grabbing the spoons I throw them at him, standing near the wall at the opposite end of the table.  Swearing and cursing I throw my cup and anything else at him  “Come on asshole, let’s finish this right now”.

Though he is much larger than I am we go outside to settle our differences, but standing there opposite me he begins to convulse and begins to spew up large amount of white bile.  He then collapses, falling down face first.  He is dead.  Someone yells out, “I told you we should not have bought him along, the Indian was right”.  A reply comes back to, “shut up”.  This is the leader speaking.  Somehow I can now see myself side on.  It is me, but not me.  I have the same style of beard, but longer, my hair is shoulder length and I am about forty years of age.[1]

Wednesday 22nd March 1995.  (5.00 am).

I am in Perth, down by the river on Mounts Bay Road, up towards Mount Street.  There is a high rise building there that is the headquarters for the toy store ‘Toys-R-Us’.  This sign is going up the side of the building, it is amazing, lasers and neon, effect I have never seen before.  They are projected from a camera lens lying mounted on the curb.  Apparently every night there is a sound and light show.  I phone Sue and the kids to come and see it.  The building opens and closes and the lights change color and form.

In what appears to be a multi-story car park near by is what I can only describe as being similar to a Chinese dragon, hundreds of metres long.  The head, neck and body resemble slightly the ‘Toys-R-Us’ giraffe with its head having the features of a serpent[2].  It is pursuing me down the levels of the car park, its yellow body of red, black and brown patterns snaking back up to the previous level.

This is not a game, this is real.  Looking back as the giant head closes in I realise that the only way that it can devour me is if I fear it.  Looking back again I see it has lost much of its ferocity.  Coming to the bottom of a stairwell a young woman wearing only pink? bra and panties leaps ahead of me tumbling down the concrete stairs.  I go to her aid she is covered head to toe with bruises and grazes.  She tells me it is her job to be pursued by the serpent each night.  “Not much of a job”, I think to myself.

Saturday 6th May 1995.  (8.45.am).*

Standing in the backyard of a house that I am not familiar with, I am with a group of people, none of whom I can specifically identify.  In the distance I can see other suburbs and across the city a storm is approaching.  As dark clouds fill the clear sky above, I see one small dark grey cloud lower than the rest roll across the roof tops above me, “My god!  I'm going to be struck by lightning”.  A bolt emanates from the cloud, but it has the qualities of a laser.  As it strikes me there is a clap of thunder and I am ‘jolted’ awake.

Monday 25th May 1995.

Snorkeling on a reef with a friend David L, I see a small fluorescent fish with a yellow spot dart out from the coral, the water is not crystal clear today.  Swimming under a ledge I look up and see a mosaic of tiles of earthy and off white colors.  Coming out from under the ledge and under another rock overhang I discover an entrance to a cave.  Above is an air pocket, a way in but I fear entering this darkness[3], only because I am not prepared.  Next time I shall not dare to enter.

Now I am down at Fremantle docks, looking across the river I see two huge cargo ships, their hulls sitting right out of the water.  Each is sitting on a series of four dinghy like pontoons and being pulled along the side of the wharf, rows of warehouses are in the background.  The scene changes, now I am in one of the dusty old warehouses, it is empty apart from some rubbish strewn around.  I am with a woman that looks similar to Joanne that I know from University.  I call her something starting with M.

Standing by the wall on the far side I see that these ships are so large that when they hit the wharf they are twisting the warehouse structure.  I fear that the windows around the top will shatter with the movement.  Sure enough, crash!  Broken glass is showering down.  Looking up through the skylight I see the ships superstructure pass overhead.  M is standing in the middle of the floor when the wire-reinforced glass from the skylight comes crashing down around her.  I yell at her to hide under the cardboard sheets that are on the ground.

Suddenly the warehouse doors open and a group of Asian naval men arrive to escort M away from the danger.  I have no intention of leaving M or being left behind so I chase after them.  She is taken aboard a small launch and the gangplank is pulled in.  I just manage to jump onto the back of the boat as it pulls away.  On board I ask M if these are Filipino Navy and she says, “no they are Malaysian”.  When I ask where we are going she replies, “we are going to the outer reef”.

Wednesday 4th October 1995.*

The beginning is disjointed, UFO’s are being sighted or tested on an airforce base not far from here.  I live in a house in town with my wife and two sons.  ‘Spectres’ have been reported in the area.  I am transferred to a house on the base that is located at the southern end of the runway.  Driving my jeep towards my home I can see hedges line each side of the roadway.  Inside the house it is more like a bungalow, to the right of the front entrance a large window with a venetian blind.  The only furniture in the room is a wooden table and chair and my eldest sons bed.

Outside it is night and there is something going on out there.  Opening the front door and outside the entrance, floating in front of me is a swirling of fiery balls.  In front of this, for an instant I see crouching in the entrance, a grey-white creature the height of the doorway that resembles an insect[4].

As soon as I see it, it vanishes and enters the room as a ‘presence’.  Invisible it booms out to me, “We have many tongues and we put them into men”.  These tongues dart around the room.  Initially fearful, I remember I have encountered this entity before[5].  I begin to perform an exorcism similar to or from the Catholic Mass, this protects and gives me strength.  “Hmmm”, I think to myself, “maybe I should do this for a job”.  It approaches my son in his bed and I jump in next to him to protect him.  “Only fear can defeat me”.  I wake up hearing my son is yelling at his younger brother at the breakfast table.

Thursday 9th November 1995.

I am travelling along in the back seat of a red Volvo sedan.  From the centre where I am seated I see Commander Data from ‘Star Trek, The Next Generation' is driving and Mr La Forge is in the passenger seat, however his presence is more ‘shadowy’.  Data and I chat away and I remark that if they were really here, the car we are travelling in should be over three hundred years old.  We all laugh.

We are walking across the overpass of what is supposed to be Whitfords Railway Station, there are only hand rails and barriers on one side.  Even so I cling to the handrail though there is not much chance of me falling off.  On my right is a covered ramp, the width of a three-lane highway descending to the station platform.

Down we drive, coming to a narrower ramp. This is just wide enough to continue driving down and descends into an underground car park.  The angle is getting steeper all the time, we cannot turn around now.  At the bottom of a gigantic concrete wall the decent ends with an openings just wide enough to get the car through.  How will we get out of here?  A young boy appears saying he will show us the way out.

At a friends house I meet a woman in her forties with long blonde hair.  She is attracted to me and wishes that I should visit her.  I am reasonably attracted to her except in the base of her neck, just above the collarbone is an orifice.  Oval in shape, approximately three centimetres in diameter with a white vent inserted into it.  In her mouth is a stainless steel hydraulic mechanism that operates her jaw, enabling her to nearly open her mouth to 180 degrees.

Do I allow these ‘enhancements’ to prevent me from having a relationship with her?  We meet at a fortress like shopping centre.  Inside the atrium with my arm around her we take the lift to the third level.  Off the walkway we find a small shop containing a Matchbox car military collection, many pieces I remember from my childhood.

Monday 13th November 1995.

Looking up a giant craft the shape of a black wing arcs across the sky.  On the bottom of it, each wing and the two small fins jutting out of the back are round circular devices that help it to manoeuvre.  My father also having seen it remarks, “isn’t amazing the craft that the government invents these days”.  “Come on”, I say to myself.  “You don’t believe any government on earth has the technology to create such a craft any more than I do”.

At the top of a cliff face a number of different craft are hovering.  Several of them elliptical in shape are of different colors with a ‘furry’ appearance.  They are telepathically communicating with each other, one appears to be wearing glasses!  After they move off standing alone on the top of the cliff is an emaciated cow, covered in open sores with bones protruding through the fresh.  Crows amass to feed on the animal as it stands along the cliff edge.  Other cows in the herd are distressed by this animal’s presence.  One charges, knocking it over the edge of the cliff.

Will Robinson and Doctor Smith from the 1960’s television series Lost in Space are waiting for their mother, in some way I am related to Will.  Their mother arrives, she is quite young with long blonde hair.  What is unusual about her is the prosthesis she wears on her face to hide some deformity[6].  A green hood covers her nose and her lower lip and jaw are hidden behind a skin tone rubber cover, the name Vivien Leigh comes to mind.

We have to get her home and Doctor Smith leads us in a small speedboat through a swamp to deeper water.  Out of the murky water a creature about two metres long lurch’s up, not unlike the prehistoric Dinichthys except it has a mouthful of razor sharp needle like teeth.  It gnashes it teeth at Smith trying to devour him and he is unable to get a footing to climb in the boat to escape. (Commentary here).

Wednesday 15th November 1995.

I am in Goa in India in the company of a Priest, he has a son here who is in his twenties.  In his old church that is surrounded by palms, I angrily confront him with the fact that the Gospel (Acts) of Thomas has been excluded from the New Testament, and worse still from the Apocrypha.  It saddens me almost to tears that this paramount contribution to spreading the teachings of Jesus in the first century was excluded because of politics and orthodoxy.

Deciding to leave the Priest I join his son for lunch, accompanying him and two friends to a large baroque style building.  Inside grey stone colonnade and arches rise high above me.  The wall panels are blood red with gold patterns on it.  I think to myself, “if ever this place closes down they should move the whole place to the Lourve”.  This place is actually a steakhouse and there are several plate-sized pieces of uncooked steak nailed to the wall to choose from[7].  It is filled with coffee tables with black leather lounges on each side.

My three companions are each accompanied by a beautiful young Thai woman.  Each couple is seated on a couch with me with one to myself.  The Thai woman seated to my left has snow white hair and skin.  I ask my friend for a cigarette. (Commentary here).

Sunday 26th November 1995.

I am riding through a suburban landscape on a bicycle.  A woman, Jane? is on the handlebars.  Suddenly everything begins to flood, snakes emerge from everywhere as the water rises swimming to get away.  Black, brown and grey of all shapes and sizes and I know that they are venomous.  The water just keeps on rising and it is difficult to keep on pedalling, but I must keep moving to avoid being bitten by one of the snakes trying to escape to higher ground.

Thursday 30th November 1995.*

It is night and I am driving around is a purple hatchback.  It belongs to a single mother I know and I am returning her car to her.  I turn from the main route into a run down area of town, not too dissimilar to Nollamara.  Arriving at an overgrown decrepit house I find that the Housing Commission has her sharing a house with an old man.  The woman in question is out socialising and has left her young son with the old man, “pretty irresponsible I think”.

I decide to return to the city in the car.  Mitcham it is supposed to be but looks nothing like the nearby suburb I knew when I was young.  Wide promenades, walls of steel and stone rise high above the street.  Lights left on in the offices of glass towers illuminate the night.  I am sitting at a street front coffee shop with a friend from University, Paul P and an unidentified man.  The night is warm and still.  Looking out across the intersection down the street I wonder for all that appears to be going on, there is really not much life here.

We hear a warning that a severe electrical storm is approaching.  Looking up into the sky I can see lightning arcing.  One particular building, the Central Telephone Exchange that reminds me of the Ka’ba (see Illustration).  A faceless off white structure some twenty storeys high, it appears to be the focus of the lightning[8].  On the roof is a much smaller square building with a flat squat structure on top of this that overhangs.

Lightning is swarming all over the building, a curtain of lightning surrounds and envelopes the smaller roof structure, “my god, its going to blow!”  The exchange explodes with such force I have just enough time to tip over a table and dive behind it to protect me from the blast.  Debris rains down, even at this distance.  Looking around at the desolation I can see people looting the exchange, however everything that they touch attaches itself to them.  Completely covered by wire, tape and electrical equipment they can no longer move, falling from the building as just more rubbish.  The vehicles of a nearby car dealers yard appear to be half buried under volcanic ash.  A man is trying to negotiate a cheaper deal as they are damaged goods. (Commentary here).

Friday 1st December 1995.

I am walking around Hawker Park, a nearby sports field that lies in a depression with houses rising up on the hills surrounding it.  On the oval are the painters that I worked with in 1992.  With the exception of one or two they are all either fools or philistine's, however this did not stop me from being lured into months of excessive drinking and indulgence.  “What is it that the Buddha said about choosing who you associate with?”.  The whole episode degenerative both physically and psychically.  Recognising me they invite me over for a beer, initially I accept but then I remember where this path took me last time and I leave[9].

The scene changes to a house at the end of the street in the same place.  I am naked in the front garden, a rather plump dark haired woman entices me into the house to seduce me.  Naked she kisses me, but again I think, this road too have I no wish to travel again.  “Those who forget the sins of the past are doomed to repeat them”.

Saturday 2nd December 1995.

I go out the front door of my house to tidy up the small garden bed near the balcony.  Cooch grass has weaved into it and I begin to pull it up, cutting it right back so as to find the edge of the bed.  As I dig out the weeds I find a chain buried in dirt, I begin pulling up the chain which leads into the lawn tearing it up.  As the last of it is pulled from ground I realise that it has formed a huge circle[10], which encompasses a tree towards the right.  This was the original edge of the garden, over the years I have let it go or just because of my neglect, become overgrown till only a small patch remained at the edge.

Now I am outside a hospital, my mother in-law is inside and has died.  I hope to see her spirit.  Wait a minute, it is not her that is dead, it is me!  I am either being told or know that it is time to move on.  “My wife, my kids.  I still have things to do”.  The initial shock fades.  “Oh well I am here now and since there is no going back, I had might as well make the most of it”.  I wake up.

Thursday 21st December 1995.

I don’t know how but a person I cannot remember or identify has stabbed me in the heart.  I am weak but still functioning.  Two young women, one on each arm lead me to my car that is parked in the back streets of Fremantle.  I notice a Lunch Bar and go inside where the proprietor is making sandwiches and rolls.  His name is Eidymus or Etymus[11] and is not entirely human.

Resembling the ancient god Pan he is approximately seven feet tall with rounded horns emerging from his head while his hand and feet are long elongated claws.  He looks down at the blood soaked patch on my white shirt.  Someone or something has told him that he is to be evicted, he does not want to go.  He tries to hang on, his claws extend several centimetres piercing walls and floor boards in an attempt to remain.

Now I am at the Fremantle home of Jane, a woman that I know from University.  As I walk down the long narrow passageway I can hear noises from her bedroom that I presume to be Jane and her lover.  Out of the bedroom comes firstly the lover but to my surprise following him is another young woman with pale skin and snow white hair[12].

Seated on the grass in a park, I am talking to a group of people about what I do at University and of my interest in the mystical and esoteric elements of religion.  Right in front of me is a white marble statue of a man seated on the ground.  From where I am I can only see the back, it is a detailed anatomically correct sculpture depicting muscle distribution under the flesh.

A woman tells me she is going to repeat English next year.  There is an old woman seated very close to me, close enough to make me feel uncomfortable.  Regarding my study interest she ask, “is this what you really want or is it just a profession”?  I reply, “that it is both” and get up to look at the front of the statue and are surprised that is differs from the back in that it is a depiction of a seated Jesus!  A young red haired woman from my past whom I once tried to seduce comes and sits close, jealous of the old woman’s proximity to me.