Having had my own dreams of Tramway (someone was re-staging classic works in a decaying building, I am was trying to persuade my family to join me at a midnight showing), the deconstructed lullabies of Data for the Doubtful Part 7 visits a location that inhabits my consciousness like a brooding Leviathan...
when Barry Burns recites from his dream diary, he inadvertently slips into my dream-space. Twenty-four hours later, it's the specifics of certain scenes that remain, the music has receded into atmospheric background, gentle and illustrative.
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