I had a dream I was living in Brighton and was inside some kind of grand theatre, (the last time i was in a theatre like that was taking my kids to a pantomime). I was alone and didn’t have a ticket but i was trying to find a seat in a labyrinthine arrangement of seats. Then i left and Peter O was outside and he was young, and had tattooed arms and face and riding a bicycle. I was riding a bicycle. I was riding my bike home along the night streets but wasn’t sure whether I should ride on the left or right side. The link between Peter, Brighton, bicycles is in my subconscious actually LA, freedom, youth and my dream was telling me to go there.