Hallucination date - 5th October 2018
I was in the main hall of Victoria Tube Station with a friend. The whole station was dilapidated, with cracks in the ceiling and walls. There were no barriers, and on the right hand side of the escalators there was a lift for disabled people. We got into it and started to descend to where the platforms are. The lift itself was quite big, but had no walls, so you could see the walls of the lift-shaft, which were crumbling and looked very old. There were small pieces of masonry falling off them. Weirdly, I was not frightened of this horrendous piece of old machinery.
As it rattled down the lift-shaft, we could see the bulkhead lights move slowly past us at regular intervals. As we got deeper, it smelt more and more of damp and mould. There were two or three levels nearer the bottom where the lights were not working at all. It was very dark there, like something out of a horror film.
When we finally reached the bottom, my friend and I walked out onto the platform, which was reasonably well-lit with fluorescent tubes, and walked right to the end where the mouth of the tunnel is. Like the rest of the station, the platform was also crumbling and seemed very old. There were cracks in the walls and ceilings, and loads of large rats on the tracks. There was a vinyl sticker on the wall that said ‘Victoria’, which was peeling at the edges, and also covered in mould. It was oblong-shaped, had a white background bordered by a red line, and the writing was in black capital letters. There were no tube maps, or adverts anywhere.
I had a packet of ten Bensons; the old school ones, with the gold foil inside and the embossed logo. I peeled the cellophane off with the red strip, and we lit up and smoked a cigarette each. Once finished, we threw the butts onto the tracks. At this point, the surroundings and dream froze, and I gradually woke up.
As usual, once awake, I could close my eyes and go back to the frozen point in the dream. I managed to memorise bits so I could write this down for your viewing pleasure.
I was in the main hall of Victoria Tube Station with a friend. The whole station was dilapidated, with cracks in the ceiling and walls. There were no barriers, and on the right hand side of the escalators there was a lift for disabled people. We got into it and started to descend to where the platforms are. The lift itself was quite big, but had no walls, so you could see the walls of the lift-shaft, which were crumbling and looked very old. There were small pieces of masonry falling off them. Weirdly, I was not frightened of this horrendous piece of old machinery.
As it rattled down the lift-shaft, we could see the bulkhead lights move slowly past us at regular intervals. As we got deeper, it smelt more and more of damp and mould. There were two or three levels nearer the bottom where the lights were not working at all. It was very dark there, like something out of a horror film.
When we finally reached the bottom, my friend and I walked out onto the platform, which was reasonably well-lit with fluorescent tubes, and walked right to the end where the mouth of the tunnel is. Like the rest of the station, the platform was also crumbling and seemed very old. There were cracks in the walls and ceilings, and loads of large rats on the tracks. There was a vinyl sticker on the wall that said ‘Victoria’, which was peeling at the edges, and also covered in mould. It was oblong-shaped, had a white background bordered by a red line, and the writing was in black capital letters. There were no tube maps, or adverts anywhere.
I had a packet of ten Bensons; the old school ones, with the gold foil inside and the embossed logo. I peeled the cellophane off with the red strip, and we lit up and smoked a cigarette each. Once finished, we threw the butts onto the tracks. At this point, the surroundings and dream froze, and I gradually woke up.
As usual, once awake, I could close my eyes and go back to the frozen point in the dream. I managed to memorise bits so I could write this down for your viewing pleasure.
Dan. this sounds much like my daily commute....well not quite, but the feeling of dread, loneliness, (despite being surrounded by 1000s, no one makes any contact). but the grim stations are pretty depressing
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