Last night I had a rather strange dream, it could have been about real things, but in I guess a parallel universe.
It started in a pub, which brewed its own real ale, so could have been The Fox and Newt, but wasn`t. It was more open.
I seemed to know lots of people in there, but they weren`t my real friends.
Music started playing and I said “Oh great Floorshow, I love to dance to this”, but it wasn`t and I didn`t dance in my dream.
I went outside; it was light but the street lights were on.
I walked up a road, looking for a take-away, of which there were lots, but I didn`t go in any.
I was in a seaside town and it was it was full of Goths, so you think Whitby, but no it was flat, open and very rundown.
I was walking up the main road and there was a caravan site it was surrounded on three sides by a high wall with a wire fence to the road, a bit like the one at Seaburn, but in it was just one old car, a mk. 3 Cortina.
Now I was eating some chips, it was dark, and I was looking for my car.
At that I woke up.