it rises to the north

very strange dream this morning, in between waking up at 9 then drifting off to sleep again and waking up thinking 'fuck, what time is it' (it was 11.45) 'i'm supposed to be meeting gary' ...at 12.30, in borough :(

i don't remember too much about it now. but i remember a grassy hill crisscrossed by paths. my mum was moaning that the grass was wet and she would have to wander the long way around the path to get to where she wanted to go. that was the only time my mum was part of the dream. it all seemed completely normal. in the distance, forboding - in a mordor-lies-to-the-south sense full of dread and darkness - was a huge weird structure which was like a futuristic checkpoint charlie. oddly it looked like arsenal's new stadium near drayton park (perhaps not so odd given that i am staying near there at the moment). anyway the checkpoint - get within a mile of it and certain death awaited (presumably you'd be shot, but in the dream this was never clearly defined...). of course there was an overwhelming desire to find out what was on the other side.

that's about all i remember. i also have a recollection of running and running but i can't remember where or why. but i least i might have lost some weight :)