20th September 2002

My dream starts in the kitchen by the back door to Tims house. Tim and Paul are deep in discussion on what we are going to do tomorrow, which happens to be a Sunday. I’m not really sure I’d be in town on the Sunday, but in fact I’m not really sure of anything. I walk in to the main area of the house and agree to go with them to wherever they were going. I’m not entirely sure I knew what I was agreeing to.

The next thing I know we are in Tims car driving down the main train tracks to London. This was an approved diversion whilst the main road was being dug up. The ride was really smooth and I was impressed with Tim doing a good job of keeping the car on the tracks. This was especially true when we had to keep changing tracks to avoid being hit by trains, which were seemingly coming from both directions. Thankfully the detour didn’t last two long and we could switch over to a different set of tracks to get back onto the main road again.

We are at a Post Office or bank next. I notice I am wearing my black and white adidas shirt and I have a feeling that we are quite north. We are going to collect some money. On my A4 sized application form I draw pictures of people in Newcastle United shirts and make some of the numbers I write have the same striped pattern and some of the numbers are bigger as I tried to clarify them. It’s at this point I notice just how long the queue is. It is hidden from view from the original desks and I can hear other people moaning as I find the back of it. Which is when I wake up.