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Recipe for immortality

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Friday, April 21 2017

2. The recipe for immortality was killing nine goats in one go, skinning them and wearing their pelts fresh. One could hire people to do the killing and skinning, and I observed them for a while – they were men dressed in red uniforms, working in teams of three, bleeding out the goats over a square concrete drain. The setting seemed rural as the drain cut through a field of lush green grass that I thought was well-fertilised by blood. I decided to do the magic myself. I skipped buyi

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Investigation leads to gun store

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Monday, April 17 2017

Hometown, early autumn day. I’m taking out a loan to ‘buy a Mercedes’, that's what I write when I fill in the form. However, it’s not for myself, but for a young woman, a student who helps me with an investigation. She has faked her death and I have to find out who benefits from her being dead. Her doctor was arrested for her murder and I’m crossing the Prison Bridge towards the town, wearing an augmented reality device and watching an evidence recording of them

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Dolphin fungal fertilizer

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Tuesday, April 4 2017

  1. Summer evening, might be near Leven. I’m on the bus with Kiddo when the driver suddenly stops and insists we need to get off the bus and talk to his friend. We get off and the bus leaves. The driver’s friend is standing outside a little shop, illuminated by the lights of its windows. He is dressed in a uniform, but I cannot yet distinguish whether he’s a pilot or a ship’s captain. He has several bags on the ground around him and a small dead dolphin. I decide

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Basement workshop

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Sunday, March 26 2017

  3. I was working at a long wooden workbench in a basement room. I think my job was to do with carpentry or woodturning as there were curled wood shavings everywhere and it smelled strongly of pine resin. Every once in a while, I would go to the window the top of which was at my eye level and would look across the street at a huge clock face that was half underground same as my window. The clock hands were both stuck on 1 o’clock and never moved, although I hoped they would indica

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Broken face and space dog

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Thursday, March 16 2017

1.1. I had a Y-shaped scar in the middle of my face and no nose. The scar was obviously old and I had learned to cope – breathed through my mouth and even managed to talk in a weird voice that sounded like a loud whisper. Then I got plastic surgery to restore my face. Before it I felt dubious as I had got used to living with my broken face. Afterwards I saw myself from aside – I was near the sea, dressed in a black tulle dress and my face looked like Sharon den Adel’s. I was la

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Flooded hotel

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Tuesday, February 14 2017

It’s night, most of the land is flooded. The black raging sea and distant mountains are visible for a moment when the lightning strikes. There is a hotel on what used to be the beach, but now only top few storeys are out of the water. I had been cowering on the roof for a while with someone else’s newborn baby and an unfamiliar man named Al. The baby is crying and we decide to get back into the building to find food and somewhere dry to sleep as the water doesn’t seem to be

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Runaway bride

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Monday, February 13 2017

The whole dream was a Danny Boyle’s movie or rather the story that inspired it. It started with a wedding. I saw ‘myself’ in a mirror – a young, short, fragile-looking blonde quite like Kirsten Dunst, surrounded by friends, getting dressed for the ceremony. I wore a pink lace chemise and a very tight simple white silk wedding dress over it. Instead of the veil I had a white hat with pink flowers. I went to sit next to my fiancé at a long table in a rather dark

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To Purgatory and back

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Saturday, February 11 2017

       Summer, Hometown. I was visiting Maria where she was keeping goats off the Uni street; the room looked like the basement nightclub where I used to work. We were having some brightly coloured drinks and discussing whether to go on holiday to Spain or Scotland with our families. Our plans were disrupted when my classmate (unfamiliar) was murdered. I attended her funeral and, seeing that it’s held in the Catholic church, felt extremely frustrated that no one kne

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The name day of baby Jesus

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Tuesday, February 7 2017

1. I’m attending a work meeting in what looks like the biology classroom in my old school – a multi-level room with worn, scratched desks. The coordinator gives a small bouquet of flowers to every Catholic in the room, saying “Happy name day of baby Jesus!”. When she gets to me, she spreads all the remaining flowers all over my desk. There are forget-me-nots, tiny pink roses and white tulips. I don’t have the heart to tell her that I don’t go to church any

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War slave and widower

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Saturday, February 4 2017

The conversations in these dreams were in Old Russian that I barely understood, and responded in modern Russian. 1. There was a big victory parade in a huge, red brick hall illuminated by wagon wheel chandeliers. I was a war slave, one among many, and we were expected to swear fealty to our new masters. The masters had both the Bible and Quran, but I couldn’t make an oath on either, and swore on a fencing manual, after which I had to prove my prowess with a sword. The next day I

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