3rd February 2002

I don't remember much of the dream even though it seemed to take up quite a bit of time.

It was the last day of a trip to Amsterdam for myself and a number of friends. We were sat in a lounge with black furniture in a room that was very black and white. There were a few plants by the black sofas, the room felt like the waiting room for a dentist or something like that. The group, which included my friend Mark was waiting for a taxi that was due to take them and me to the airport. The taxi was late.

There was a ring at the door and we expected it to be the taxi. However it was the people who were staying next door to us. They decided to come round for a chat. So we made some coffee and chatted to them whilst we continued to wait. Our group was quite pleasant at all times to the couple from next door. However as the conversation continued the couple got more and more obnoxious and didn't accept any of the invitations to leave.

Eventually our group just couldn't be bothered to be polite so we, including I got obnoxious back and shuffled them towards the door