A Recurring Dream

There are two recurring worlds in my dreamscapes. One is perpetually night, a village, full of countryside and dominated in the most complete way by St. Marys Church which in reality stands in Warrington Town Centre. It feels, I think, like Gotham city must. Oppressive and dark.

The second is a wasted town in the middle of nowhere. It comes from the land behind Liverpool Road. There is a track for mining trains and then nothing. When I was little I would look at it and think it was the end of the world.
In my dreams there is nothing that is whole there, every building is neglected, half gone and condemned. It's always light but scorched. grass is brown and sparce, more sand than soil.


We're exploring the empty warehouses, across the way is an old stately home that has a stream of tourists outside. The warehouse is Egyptian in style and next to it is a multi-story car park. The warehouse has nothing of interest inside and we decide to check out the car park. The top half is a temple where Amun Ra the Sun God lives and I have promised myself that I will go up to it.

I can see out of the open sides of the building, all wasteland and buttery light but the building is condemned and all I can feel is nausea and intense fear that the building is going to fall on me at any moment even though there are people still using it to park cars.
We make our way into the internal stair wells so I don't have to look at the sky, and begin to climb up to the temple, inside the fear has subsided, but another one comes, I both hear it and instinctively know that I cannot go any further, I am not perfect enough. Not yet. I turn and run.