I woke up thismorning from this pretty hectic dream; I don’t know why, but we were leaving my old primary school with my brother, Iain, driving, Andre in the front passenger seat, me behind him, and my Dad next to me in the back. As we start to drive down the school’s driveway, Dad says “Drive safe” about 2 seconds before Iain pulled out really quickly, almost T-boning another car, but missing him by a tiny bit, which made it look either really pro, or really lucky. Andre and Dad share a worried sort of glance as we then start speeding off down the street.

We come in way too fast into the next corner, and we continue onto the wrong side of the road, and an oncoming car swerves to avoid us, running into a house, as we go up the gutter and come to a stop on someone’s front lawn. We get out and I see that the two cars behind had bumped into eachother, and the two drivers were out and yelling at eachother, blaming eachother. Iain is about to go over and try and calm things down, but one of them pulls out a gun.

Iain and I then start running away, jumping people’s fences trying to get away from the guy with a gun who is now chasing us. Unfortunately, this is where I woke up. I like to think that the rest of the dream would have been me fighting the guy and beating him, but it probably would have gone something more along the lines of me getting chased down and shot.

I had a weird dream last night, Adrian and I went down to Canberra to visit a friend of mine, Gem. We were at a shopping centre and we were going to get some lunch from a cafeteria type place. We each paid and got a plate of stuff, and went to the next place to get some more of other foods. We gave them our plates to then point out we wanted them to dish up onto them, but there were a few people in front of us, so we were waiting in line. When it got to Gem’s turn to order, she ordered so much that I was standing around looking at it with disbelief. People were pushing in front of me because I had moved out of the line, so I hopped back in the line, but when I got to the counter again, my plate had gone.

I started to complain, but they wouldn’t listen, and I was telling them they had to give me another one for free, but they were trying to haggle with me for a price to pay for a new meal. I started to pretty much go psycho, yelling and knocking over the cups with the knives and forks in them, almost jumping over the counter… And then I woke up.

Hopefully I wouldn’t react like that in real life…