I's dreaming of a huge day-flying moth, brightly coloured. What is its name think I?
Everything is very sunny and bright colours. (Makes a change.)
I lean out of an upstairs window in a row of terraced houses. Across the street is all green grass - like a park or common ground...
I can hear a voice coming from the house down there at the end of the row. It's the voice of my long dead mother.... tellin' someone off.
Hello Mum!
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