Beach Dreams

When you fall asleep in the heat the day you can have really strange dreams.  This one was strange enough I'm going to write about.

I was in London with my sister and her friends, at home.  We were watching TV, my parents were out, and we had to order dinner.  Since I was going to see friends, my sister said she would call the curryhouse in time for my arrival back home.  

So I went out, did some shopping, and ended up meeting some mates along Holland Park.  Somehow I ended up in the my friend's mother's Land Rover, where my shopping got mixed up with hers.  Amongst the group was a friend from America.  He was constantly vomiting. 

I got separated and locked in the car until my friend and his mother got in.  I could not speak until we were in the middle of nowhere, where they kindly let me out.  

I wandered until dawn, when I found myself at a boarding school that seemed to think I was a pupil, or at least an exchange.  I saw a friend there I met on an actual exchange I went on a few years ago.  He was still cool.

The Headmistress called me in.  She was not cool.  Having made plain to me all the constraints I was under, I suddenly could not speak.  Again.  I was trapped in a staff meeting but eventually escaped.  

I spoke to countless students and eventually got directions to a train station.  After several hours I hit on a small commuter town.  While asking for directions to double check where I was headed I dropped my wallet down a trashcan.  I was getting help when there was a flash and I was suddenly at the train station.  I immediately checked my bag and thankfully the wallet was in there, so I shoved it into my pocket.  I still had all my shopping.  

I looked up at the train map but nothing made any sense.  I literally did not know the name of a single station.  The staff wanted nothing to do with me, but I had to keep asking people, despite everyone ignoring me.  One woman even wailed "No, no, no" when I approached her.  

Running out of options, I decided to get on a train and take my chances.  On the platform I could see the sky.  It was dark once again.  There were some Texans there, apparently enrolled at a technical college nearby, who were stoking a confrontation with some Englishmen on the other side.  Not wanting to be associated with them, I turned and began strolling back to the other end and the stairs from which I came.  

As I turned I noticed a woman get down on the tracks and begin to crawl across.  It was the same woman who had cried "No, no no" at me.  I flicked my head up to see a train bearing down on her, not 30 feet away. 

My stroll turned into a run as I made for the stairs.  I knew what would happen and I did not want to be there for it.  Just as I leaped up the first three I heard a thump, and then a soft spray on the back of my neck.  There were audible splats from the platform behind.  

I made it up the first flight where a woman, one who had run away from me earlier, stood shaken and watching out of a window.

"Happen?" she asked.

"It happened, it happened," I said.  Then I grabbed her and we headed up and away from the platform, back into the station.  

Suddenly, I was in a flat in Paddington.  I was surrounded by people I did not know, and they were all doing drugs.

A flash, and I woke up.