Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/18/2020
By amandalyle
I was in my teens again, hanging out with this group of youths. We were all part of this swimming team. We were taking part in this swimming gala and had to chase the lead of this excellent swimmer who was miles ahead. It was a fruitless exercise and we all failed. The speedy swimmer offered to take a bunch of us home in his teeny tiny Micra. Midway, he started having an argument with the chap who was sat in the passenger seat. Something to do with him having feelings for him but not being reciprocated. They both started pulling each other’s hair and suddenly there was a big CRASH! The aftermath wasn’t pretty. I somehow (miraculously) managed to come out of it unscathed. Not even a scratch. Unfortunately, it wasn’t good news for the others. I mean, they survived and all, but both Fast Swimmer and one of the girls had lost an arm. When we all met up again, months later, there was a huge argument about who was to blame. Apparently, Fast Swimmer was under the influence of drugs. In another scene, swimming boy and his father (who was David Tennant) were having a raging argument about how foolish he had been for taking drugs and then driving. He struck him hard across the face and told him he was ashamed to call him his son. Next scene; I was walking the long, endless corridors of a hospital. I didn’t have a clue where I was going... I just kept walking. I recognised these girls I used to go to school with and followed them for a bit (not in a stalkerish way! 😂) I was trying to find my way out of this maze. Rather than finding an escape, I ended up at the labour ward ... which was a bloody job, really... because I was now experiencing contractions and ready to give birth!!! The only probably was... there was a huge queue (standard) to get into the room. I keeled over in pain and gave birth to the baby on the cold, hard floor. Next scene; We were running late for the school run (standard!) I found my son, upstairs, still in his pyjamas. His school clothes were sodden wet and strewn across on the floor. “We’ve got to go, Alex! Chop, bloody chop!” I snapped. Next scene; I had promised to buy one of my service users (Andrew) an Alexa (that tube thing that plays music 😂) for his birthday, but then I realised how expensive they were. “I’ll have to come up with an excuse.” I told my husband, “he’s going to be gutted!”