Thirty years after I did it the first time, I was now moving into my hall of residence. This time round I was at ‘a Northern University’ but had no idea which one. When I lay on my single bed, I realised I could look down five floors all the way to the wooden jetty. Vertigo! Looking up at me was a group of people sitting in a boat, beckoning me to join them. Convinced this was a case of mistaken identity, I thought it would be more considerate of me to clear the fire escapes of all my unpacked cardboard boxes.
After tidying up, I went downstairs and saw RA standing with his back to me. He turned to look at me, smiled and gathered me in his arms for a long kiss. I tried to ignore the looks I got from fellow students. He was FAR too good looking for me.
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I was in a nightclub in Jamaica. The walls were mirrored and I spotted a man taking a bottle of rum and putting it into his jacket. I realised that I was in charge of security, along with Charlie Drake. We apprehended the man, removed the rum and even managed to send the thief away with a smile. We were a great team.
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Later, in another dream, I told Suggs about my dream about Charlie Drake. As we clicked on Charlie Drake’s Wikipedia entry we were astonished to discover that he had dictated the entry on his deathbed. It was his dying wish that not one word be changed.
Suggs and I sat in the back of a cab in Berlin. I was astonished to discover that the Olympic ice-rink had been built with a right of way for taxis. Twice we sped across the ice even as couples danced in front of the crowds.
Dreamaticus 