Died, met Andy Warhol.

I was in Tesco in High Wycombe with my grandad. I was looking for some chocolate leftover from Easter, I had 4 things but he wanted to pay already so I asked him if he would get them for me. Then I went to look at the boxes of chocolates. The shelves I was looking at with the chocolates on, was then a skip full of junk. I was looking through it with some other people and it was stuff from a funeral place. We were lifting up boards and a board had my name on it. Jas Little. I picked it off and put it in my pocket. Then my grandad found me and I showed him but it said Jas Lit and I was annoyed I hadn't got the full name.

Then I was at a party. It was outside at night time. Various people were there. David was smoking. I noticed the stars were spinning and the moon kept going across the sky again and again. More people started to realise and we were worried what was happening, then it stopped and I walked out of Liz Taylor's house over to a stand with a lady behind it of Andy Warhol stuff. Then he came over and said 'what are we going to give him?'. He pulled a box across the table to me and I had a look through. It was full of Warhol prints. I asked if they were actual prints and they were. He said to take a few. I couldn't believe it. I said 'and I was going to get you to sign this' and it was a really bad print I'd made. I screwed it up and put it in my pocket. The box also had some things people had given Warhol. There was a sticker that said 'ask the store worker and he will quit gay porn'.

Unfortunately I don't remember what the Warhol prints were of.

Plane landing on ferry near train station.

I was on ferry facing High Wycombe train station. A new plane was about to land. The red arrows did a small show first, and then the new plane came guided by smaller military planes. The new plane looked like a shiny spitfire. The plane slowly hovvered above everybody moving forward beneath a bridge on the ship. It's engine were those roaring flame style ones at the back of the plane.

Yesterday I'd seen the Taiwan army training their planes to land on the motorway, on the BBC news website.

Kitchen, Theatre with photographers.

Mila was telling a lady that the reason the kitchen smelled so bad was because I left stuff lying around for days. She didn't realise I was beside her and didn't expect me to start shouting. I said that it wasn't me and that I always clear up after myself.

I was with a group of people who were doing a range of drugs.

I was outside the back of a theatre. There was a mixture of cars and picnic tables. The back of the theatre was glass and we could see the crowd and somebody speaking on stage. My friends from school were all photographers. We didn't have tickets but were about to try and go inside when I saw Richard Ive's mum. I told her that my digital camera had stopped working and that I mostly shoot on my film camera now. She told me about how James tucker was selling a camera online for £18,000 and that he wanted a £500 online fee too. I think inside was a mixture of an orchestra of old men and kermit puppets.


The kitchen smells a bit. We recently watched the Sherman Brothers story and almost went to see Sesame Street be filmed, and in January met Kermit, and yesterday was at a theatre, so it was probably a combination of those things.

Man A + B

I dreamt that man A was sat by the fireplace downstairs, and then man B came across from the kitchen and man A said 'hey, we're just hanging out', then man B went into the bedroom and came back with other men and one had a baseball bat and chased man A out the garage. then i was walking down the road with him talking about it.