A little unsettled this morning after last night’s dreams all of which (3) were of a somewhat dystopic nature. I haven’t had this kind of post-apocalyptic thing for a while.
In each of these dreams I am there more as an observer.
The last and most vivid of these had me wandering around London on a New Year’s Eve. London was divided into turfs or factions and passing between these was difficult for most, but in the dream, not for me. There was a lawlessness and an elite lived high up on the hill whilst the rest of the city was Beirut (during the troubles) like.
There were “passport” controls at tube stations between the turfs.
May be these dreams are a response to the growing world tensions, maybe they are processing my recent visit to London.