David Carrington

This morning I dreamt of being in an old car. I was in the passenger while my brother drove and my dad was in the back. I have no idea what brought he following dream together:

Note: all spelling mistakes are left in on purpose.

We arrived in Snowdonia and I wasn’t too happy. I didn’t fancy climbing the same mountain Again. My brother had already walked off to an odd building that looked like a villa to pay for parking.

When he came back, it was decided I would go home because I wasn’t in the mood.

And how might I do that?

By the “15 minute walk to Dunkirk”. Who what?

I began following the walker signposts for Dunkirk but soon found I was on the wrong side of the fence. By this time an old man caught up with me and I decided to jump the fence to join him.

The next stretch of the fence was covered in barbed wire. I have no idea why. To make things interesting, it also became a tunnel with barbed wire as a roof which began to get lower as we progressed.

Eventually this barbed wire gave way but the enclosed crawling space within the fence remained. At this point the old guy gave up and said he would go back instead.

Following so far?

As I crawled along, the floor became slopes upwards on a ramp made of what could perhaps have been kid’s play pen nalls, mostly blue ones. I had to move a lot of them out of my way as I continued my crawl upwards.

Pausing to rate in my surroundings, I realized that I was completely surrounded by beautiful bright sky. I fancied taking a photo but I couldn’t reach into my pocket to get my phone.

So I carries on instead.

Now the play pen balls completely gave way, as did the fence, and I was now walking up a staircase that reminded me strongly of a subway station. Up ahead were about 8 kids sat around looking scruffy and asked me something inaudible as I passed.

I had reached Dunkirk train station at last! (All in about 2 minutes).

I felt lost, so I consulted a sign which appeared to hold a map is the station.

The map reminded me of a university campus, colour coded with different buildings representing he different platforms.

As I grew more confident reading the map, an old teacher from my secondary school approached me, called me by my name, and asked if I knew if this was the correct platform to get to London.

It wasn’t.

The end.

Funny how dreams work.

This blog post has mostly been about me practicing typing on my new phone. I wonder how many mistakes are in here.

My apologies if you read this :)