Okay, finished a draft of PG2.7 last night, which I’ll write a bit more about later, but I just woke up with a genuinely freaky dream. I haven’t done a dream post in ages, so… let’s go. It starts relatively normal, then accelerates. I have absolutely no idea what the final bit is trying to process.

I’m on the way to a party, I think. It’s just a garden-house-chilling thing, I think, but the woman who’s driving me jumps out the car as we’re approaching the crossroads near Sainsburys’ and Monmouth street, asking me to stop the car while she grabs some stuff. It’s an American road, despite the fact it’s not in America. I’m in the backseat, and as we trundle towards, I try and reach forward and get teh handbreak. I fail, repeatedly, until I get the belt undone, pull the break and climb into the front. With my 10-years-decayed driving skills, I turn it around and pull it to the side of the road. This is by the house which is where the party is.

The party starts off small, a single room. My brother’s there, and other people start working in. About 50% of them I know, from all of the place - from people I met on one press trip to the states to guys who lived on the same street I lived - and there’s eating and drinking. It expands and expands, until the improvised performance of ODB records drives me outside. It’s now so packed that there’s benches everywhere, and no way through, and tables full of half-drunk bottles and one of the Jos from school, unconcious on the table.

Outside, and it’s an even bigger party, sprawling across several areas - half pub-garden half… comic con? Alec’s come from inside, where he was talking about transformers, I believe, and complains loudly about his nanobots - they’re great, of course, but one of them keeps on plugging into his laptop by itself, making him have to click a “No I Do Not Want To Connect” style pop-up. Someone else, driven by someone speaking into the headphones, tries to cockblock someone else by giving them an enormously expensive gift. And on and on… I wander off, and note that the party’s trying to wind down, as people start to do what they presumably came for.

They’re going to build a large church - possibly a cathedral. I see the garden is built into the half-done foundations, so everyone starts lifting stuff. People carrying large stonework pillars march out of side-doors, determinedly. I help a little, but realise I’m not doing much, so step back, looking at the scene. An army of ladders hit the wall and up them march people, carrying bundles of wooden planks between them. People drop the occasional one. It doesn’t look a good way to work.

Someone agrees. It’s a woman, slightly hysterical: “These architects have barely mastered builing on the floor, and they try to build to the heavens.” She points skywards. “See!”

There’s a little of the structure of the Cathedral there, but they’re already trying something a bit too fancy. From a distant mountain range flies a statue of Mary - not flies, but /levitates/. I can tell that it’s being propelled by some telekenetic. It’s not actually a church statue, but one of the cheap pieces of Mary-tat that you see en masse South American Shrines or my gran’s house. It’s not even at the church when its clear that it’s too much - the telekenetic drops it, and it falls to the earth.

We don’t have a chance to even worry about where it’s landing when an even greater fuck up happens. I glance back to where it’s coming and another statues coming. It’s in a similar tack-style, but this one’s enormous. At least ten times higher than the single one, it’s a guy in black robes - a friar or similar, probably. It’s held upright by about forty nuns, in a habits, holding it with ribbons. Each of them is being levitated in a similar way to the original statue. It doesn’t look too stable, and nuns start being dropped by the time we’ve reached the cathedral, falling and being caught by ribbons attached to another nun. Of course, this doubles the weight on that nun, and they’re soon swinging, and the telekenetic hold of each breaks. Shortly, the statue crashes to the ground, but no-one really cares that much about them, because all these women are in the air, and are pretty clear going to die. Some have crashed into the ground already, as we’re reduced to small groups of nuns hanging off one who’s still levitating. The group nearest me, are close enough so I can see their faces in a rictor of terror, screaming. Another nun goes, so all five - red, black and white habits - with the one in red still having her slight hold on the skies.

I grab a ribbon which has hit the ground and… well, I don’t know what I’m doing. I know it’s futile, but I’m trying to guide them. They’re nearer the floor than they were, but it’s still too high. At which point the last nun’s hold on the sky goes, and they all fall to the ground, hard.

I turn away from the moment of impact, and realise that behind me another statue is being brought in. It’s levitating fine. I can’t see any details, but I know it’s Bruce Springsteen. The opening fanfare of Born In The USA plays loud enough to fill the world.

I wake up.