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which had all of a sudden become very chic again. But something seemed to have grabbed me that wasn’t just nostalgia. I looked at the contents of one of the lamps on display showing the usual amber bubbles rising and bobbing and I was gripped by their colour and mutating effect. That night in the park last autumn I was actually being pursued by something like that! Not so much the lava lamp but one of its bubbles, in fact it changed shape and colour the same way that those things do. How could I have forgotten that? My memory of the sky coming alive that night and resembling a lava lamp was not a dream. I didn’t go straight home that evening. I wandered around absorbed in my fascinating new memory. This is how I now remembered that incident in the park: I seemed to have been going there on a regular basis but that evening I was going to meet someone. I felt pursued by flickering balls of light that would disappear whenever I looked at them. I remember seeing the sky become a type of liquid revolving around a certain nucleus shaped like a crescent. Whenever that crescent moved, everything seemed to follow. Its surroundings were affected and so was I. It changed shape and colour exactly like those bubbles of oil in the window display, only it seemed to have a central purpose, which I suspect was me. I remembered a mist around the craft and even though its amber light was dimly lit, it hurt my eyes. The structure of that shape went from a formless bubble to an oval although it seemed to prefer its crescent shape and reverted back to that often. It slowly cascaded its colours from its primary dim yellow to a brilliant red followed by arich green. After green, it faded into white making everything around it that colour and then the formation would begin again. My familiar surroundings of Richmond Park were becoming less convincing. Whatever that craft did in the sky seemed to affect all around it. I remembered how an outline of trees in the distance had almost become absorbed into the night sky and although night had fallen, the activity above still caused a daylight effect. The craft’s rotation of colours had now become less frequent and everything seemed to linger more in the white. This colour was causing an odd sensation around me, and not just a visual one. The whiteness seemed to be an energy absorbing everything. There was something hauntingly familiar about that white light. Not only did the whiteness have a dense consistency to it that obscured my vision of everything, even the grass below, but it also absorbed sound and movement. I had that dreamlike sensation of moving through liquid, and although white light blanked out everything visible, I could strangely see myself, my own hands in front of me. Sounds become drowned out and 77