We can lose them by going into buildings as that seems to confuse their idea of where we are and where we're headed. Once inside a long glassy gallery-like library that grades into some sort of retail environment, I stop and watch one of the orbs trying to squeeze through a minute gap in the plate glass frontage panels, sizzling and emitting neon green light but finding itself unable to perform the manoeuvre. Then I know we are safe for the night, more or less, and make my younger brother go to bed on a mattress covered with strange layers of fancy, brand new quilts, duvets and large-scale flower print linen. The younger sister is nowhere to be seen and I seem to have forgotten about her anyway. An uneasy sort of calm or stasis descends; everything is dark and silent and suspended.
R E M A R K S: No idea where the floating orbs came from but their colours are lifted from the graphic I put together for an instalment of the book. The dream siblings looked sort of 'stock' and not physically related to me, and I felt no real attachment to them. By far the most striking image was the floating orb trying to squeeze between the glass panels toward us; the process completey negated both physical laws and the impersonal nature of the entity itself, giving it a strange and unwelcome impetus. I suppose there is a vague theme of harassment or persecution but it lacked both urgency and specific, identifiable agency, so I'm drawing a bit of a blank as to where that's coming from.
Stupid oblique references!