11:18 Footfalls

…I fell asleep, as usual, to the sound of the 11:18 heavy footsteps. I only remember bits and pieces of my dream that took place in a great farmhouse perched upon a ridge bounded by water and distant mountains–the pattern of a Persian rug or shafts of sunlight through an orange tree swaying in the breeze. However, I find that I have been marked with a singular vision that I fear will presage things to come….

National Museum of Australia

…I was around a corner stopped to let him past because I was about to run into him…. but he never passed so I stuck my head out from around the corner but there was no one there. I looked for him and called out to him, but there was nothing. I was about to tell him he couldn’t be in this space because it wasn’t open yet – and in fact there was no way he could have got in….

The Globe Bed and Breakfast

…I looked over and saw a man standing in the foyer dressed in a brown suit with a long orange beard. He was tall and thin and looked out of time. (He looked liked a hipster but hipsters werent invented yet!) I got up to welcome him but by the time i walked from the couch to foyer – like 6 metres, he was gone. It was particulaly weird because i hadn’t heard him come in and i didnt hear him leave….