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thisisalloneword strikes up conversation with guy on train. guy is ballet dancer. i have lived with two says this is and he tell of dani and paul (this is not correct but, hey, whatever) they are travelling far west on a london underground train, though they are above ground now, as the tube tends to do on the outskirts of the city. thisisalloneword looks outside and upwards, notices that there is a solitary green tinged cloud in the sky – strange colour, no? he is told that it is not uncommon, but still, strange to see…

…the tube stops, end of the line, at a crappy fun park (do not think roller coasters and dodgems and such – think muddy grass, few slides, small train, few animals…) thisisalloneword is not impressed, he walks up a hill towards a large red brick building, doesn’t go inside but stares eastwards out across the london cityscape, quite a view; you can see the london eye, the large ferris wheel next to the thames river. the eye seems so large, even from this far out of the city. something is not right with it – it has come loose, a man is trying to attach it back onto its holding – the man must be half a kilometre high! but even he can not lift the big wheel back up – think of all the people trapped inside!

The wheel drops into the river and this causes a massive wave to come travelling at high speed towards thisis, is he high enough? Yes, just – the wave breaks and comes up to his ankle, but another wave is coming, more and more waves are washing over london! thisis finds higher ground and tries to take cover behind a pillar and under a tarpaulin that is atached to the red brick building.

The waves crash over head, the tarpaulin won’t hold out much longer – the water has become redy-orange and slightly acidic also.

Run away thisisalloneword! Run!

There are survivors, one of them thinks that he is Martin Jol, the spurs manager, and he has a chainsaw and an evil look about him, but everything will be all right, he is just an actor, playing a role for some Children’s ITV thing, I think.

The next day I found myself thinking that this happened a year after the flood at Glastonbury – weird. And then I was walking through Green Park across a bridge, I waited while a Japanese woman had her photo taken and I looked around and saw the London Eye staring back at me and – Wow! – deja vu! There it was, same angle, same proportion as I had seen in my dream…