Woodstock Drive Dream

I was back in my old house where I lived as a teenager, on Woodstock Drive in Ickenham. Emily was with me. The house had been turned into a kind of bed and breakfast / self catering sort of place. We were in my old room. Twilight gathering outside. I couldn't believe I was back in my old house. The bed was made of wire, spiral coils, an institution bed. Going for a walk with Emily around the streets I used to know. Sunset darkening sky. A new alleyway had sprung up, lined by mute violet flowers, between Warren Road and Woodstock Drive. I was unsure if we were allowed to walk this path.