Post by dougalls on Apr 11, 2007 21:01:56 GMT
Serkan, this is my dream
I’m walking through some forested hills with a friend. We see a man coming down the hill, and he greets us before walking past. My friend tells me that he murdered his wife. Walking on we find the body of the man’s wife.
The next thing I know is that I am in a big house and the garden is in the process of being renovated. The man who is showing us around is important, but it is not clear to me why. The man who is being shown around with me is the murderer. We walk to a section of the garden where there is a lot of activity, and find that the murdered woman is being buried. This shocks the man so much that he confesses to the crime and is arrested.
As I am getting congratulated for the cleverness of my plan to catch this murderer (which I don’t remember planning), I recognise the important man – it is Tony Blair! He offers to walk me home, and we end up walking through a new housing development. TB says that we need to go in to one of these houses, as there is a film showing that he wants to watch. We go in and there is an old film projector showing a film about laws and taxation. TB sits down next to a grey haired gentleman and I sit next to TB on the end chair. The film is very boring and I fall asleep!
I wake up when TB brings me a cup of tea at the end of the film. He also hands me the lids of 3 CD cases along with a note. He asks me if I will deliver them to no’s 10, 11a and 5 Downing Street respectively. I agree and set off straight away. I am very hungry by this time, so I stop off at a village pub for some food. They end up seating me at a very awkward table (with impossible angles to it like an Escher sketch) so I decide to leave.
I then realise that I am being followed, so I walk faster and eventually run. I then find a go-kart somewhere and use that. Soon I am careering out of control down a steep hill, then crash on a very sharp bend. I have grazed my chin and my hands, so I plunge my face and hands into a nearby stream.
When I look up I am in the middle of a car boot, and this is the first time that I see as well as sense the person who is following me. Using the stalls and crowds as cover, I manage to lose him, but in the process I am now lost! I am in London, but I do not know where to go. Fortunately for me, an elderly hotel doorman gives me a map of London, which enables me to complete my quest and make the deliveries.
Let me know what you think!
I’m walking through some forested hills with a friend. We see a man coming down the hill, and he greets us before walking past. My friend tells me that he murdered his wife. Walking on we find the body of the man’s wife.
The next thing I know is that I am in a big house and the garden is in the process of being renovated. The man who is showing us around is important, but it is not clear to me why. The man who is being shown around with me is the murderer. We walk to a section of the garden where there is a lot of activity, and find that the murdered woman is being buried. This shocks the man so much that he confesses to the crime and is arrested.
As I am getting congratulated for the cleverness of my plan to catch this murderer (which I don’t remember planning), I recognise the important man – it is Tony Blair! He offers to walk me home, and we end up walking through a new housing development. TB says that we need to go in to one of these houses, as there is a film showing that he wants to watch. We go in and there is an old film projector showing a film about laws and taxation. TB sits down next to a grey haired gentleman and I sit next to TB on the end chair. The film is very boring and I fall asleep!
I wake up when TB brings me a cup of tea at the end of the film. He also hands me the lids of 3 CD cases along with a note. He asks me if I will deliver them to no’s 10, 11a and 5 Downing Street respectively. I agree and set off straight away. I am very hungry by this time, so I stop off at a village pub for some food. They end up seating me at a very awkward table (with impossible angles to it like an Escher sketch) so I decide to leave.
I then realise that I am being followed, so I walk faster and eventually run. I then find a go-kart somewhere and use that. Soon I am careering out of control down a steep hill, then crash on a very sharp bend. I have grazed my chin and my hands, so I plunge my face and hands into a nearby stream.
When I look up I am in the middle of a car boot, and this is the first time that I see as well as sense the person who is following me. Using the stalls and crowds as cover, I manage to lose him, but in the process I am now lost! I am in London, but I do not know where to go. Fortunately for me, an elderly hotel doorman gives me a map of London, which enables me to complete my quest and make the deliveries.
Let me know what you think!