dream: I’m in a bare room, near the front of the house – I know this because I can hear people passing on the (rather busy) street outside. A housemate hums to herself, wandering the hallway while I sit on the floor and hug my knees. I’m not sure what we’re waiting for, but I hop up to look out the window at the passing human traffic when I notice some graffiti scrawled on the walls – one bit says “Ross Wilson gig, [day]/[month]/’77”. At this point the dream becomes unstable and fades out…