11th February 2002

I only remember a small fraction of my dream which took me through the walkway of a block of flats and to my own garage in its emptier days.

However just before I woke up I remember being in a hall at the back on the left with many other people or beings. They were all red or at least dressed in red apart from the person taking the sermon - Alice Cooper. It seemed I was in a devil worshipping place. The 'devils' were all worshipping the devil by doing what seemed like exercise movements / workout directed by Alice.

I was half heartedly making the gestures unlike the 'devils' that were perfectly in time with each other. It wasn't that I didn't have the energy, it was more that I wasn't sure that I should be doing this at all.

There was a point when the congregation, if you can call it that, had to close their eyes. I closed one eye. Occasionally I swapped eyes which were closed but always kept one open to see what was going on. Alice noticed this and came bounding over to me, noticing I wasn't particularly interested in anything he had done so far.

A scuffle between Alice and I ensued watched by the devils. Alice had a white hot poker he was trying to stab me with. I picked up a metal pole very similar to his and warmed it in a pile of some melting metal. All the time scuffling with Alice.

I managed to hold him off for long enough to warm the pole I had and then managed to maneuver the poles hot end towards Alice and prodded him with the pole. It was causing discomfort to Alice. I shouted 'Whose ya daddy Alice?' 
Alice replied 'Alice' in commanding voice - like he was going to muster some more strength for a counter attack. At which point the dream ends.