15th October 2002

I’m at home in the dream and my brother is with me also. We’ve had a pretty good day doing something around the house. There are other people in the lounge but I don’t know who. All of a sudden by brother decides to seriously overload a mobile phone in some kind of jar. Seeing what he is doing I run and take cover in the back garden. A few seconds later my brother joins me and there is an explosion.

When I feel brave enough I return into the house. The lounge is a mess as you’d expect. I pick up the shell of the phone and think, “ That’s not going to work again.” The glass shelf near where my brother put the ‘bomb’ is still intact which surprised me. The floor is strewn with blackened rubbish.

A little later I walk to my room upstairs to find it nigh on empty. This confuses me. How could a small blast make everything in my room disappear?

I’m told later that my brother has hidden it so it would be difficult to identify where the blast had come from. I accept this initially but like in all old comedy films a moment later I wonder what this has to do with anything as my stuff is inside the house anyway. Shouldn’t he have been clearing the mess downstairs instead?

I wander outside and see a train track not far from the garden, looping round two sides of the garden and then into the woods that surrounded the house. Obviously this is nothing like the house and garden I know but seemed so normal in the dream. The tracks are only used occasionally to turn trains around but a train driver had a good look at the house and surrounding house if they went past.