14th March 2002

My dream begins with me buying a drink in a pub. It is an old fashioned pub, that whilst being quite grand was also a typical 'local' pub and had the sort of customers that you would expect with this. A complete mix. The pub was a large one split into many different areas on two floors, making lots of mini bars.
After drinking my pint I become the waiter service. I'm not entirely sure why as I don't think I worked at the pub. I went round the 'jazz' bar of the pub (although it didn't sound like jazz that was actually being played). I was quite busy getting orders for drinks. This was made difficult by having to remember what everyone wanted and not having anywhere to write down the orders or whom they were for. I tried to get orders for two drinks then head to the bar, and then bring back a set of waiting drinks to the previous orderers.
I wasn't doing a great job really. I wasn't bringing back the drinks in the same order that I had taken orders and some people were having to wait a while to get their drinks.
I was unable to write anything down as whenever I had a piece of paper is would soon moisten from the drink on the tray and be quickly unusable.
Surprisingly no one really complained that much. I got one reminder and one or two concerned looks but that was it. 
Towards the end of the shift the glasses which were being filled by the same red headed barmaid each time, were not being filled right to the top and I was sure that people were going to say something. In fact the last order involved a pint of '18' some strange ale.
The middle aged man that had ordered the drink had done so some time earlier, although he was one of the later people to order. When I collected his drink at the bar I had assumed it was my own personal drink. It tasted strange then I realised my drink was the one on a shelf by the pillar and that I had taken a sip out of a customers drink. I still gave him the drink though and nothing was mentioned.
The only slightly complaining customer was a man with a balding head who had ordered a coke. His coke came out far from full when I gave it to him but he was happy to get it and said nothing further. The other coke that I had brought out was for a young lady on her own who was very bored. She was dressed all in black and had black hair. There was an empty bottle of cola on her table when I returned. A sign maybe that she was bored of waiting. I thought. I didn't even know if it was hers though.
Later I helped move the customers from the 'bar' furthest from the doors. I did this by singing a song that I have heard Weird Al Yankovic sing and I changed the words slightly. "… Closing time, no more calls for alcohol, so finish your whiskey or beer. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here." And slowly sheparded the people into other areas of the bar via the back staircase. Again a weird thing for someone to do who didn't really work there.

In the next dream I was back in my young childhood house and garden, although the house in the dream doesn't look like anything it would look like in real life. I spent most of this portion of the dream in the back garden. The garden had lights in it. Round bulbs on a string from one end to another. I was aware of something wrong then noticed what it was. There was a big flame coming out of the trail socket adaptors. I wasn't sure what to do and neither was the person I was with. The next thing I know I am standing over at the other side of the garden watching fireworks. Each progressively more impressive. However this isn't fireworks - it is the trail sockets fizzing and exploding.

The next section of my dream sees me down the road from the house I mentioned. The area had changed much from how I remembered it in the dream. At the corner of the street was a model shop, which looked quite exciting but for some reason when I went in I remembered I had to be somewhere quite quickly. So I went past a butchers that I hadn't noticed before and into one of the buildings just past it.

In here I needed to get into a room where students were having solo drama exams, quite important ones at that. Quite why I needed to go into the drama room I don't know. Outside the room was a group of three adults sitting at a table that were annoying me incredibly. The one that was annoying me most was female, I can't remember what sex the other two were.

The annoying person was asking me to go and check things on teletext and let her know the current situation regarding a few things. I was irritated at being treated like a sub person, especially when I need to get into the room the drama exams are being held in there. I finally do make it into the room between exams, just before the dream ends.