The stoner, the lesbian and the psychic

Date: 12/8/2016

By amandalyle

I was walking around Dunelm, when I spotted one of the dads from school. I suddenly felt really nervous and rather than telling myself to 'act normal' I told myself to act "stoned" - I then lost all spatial awareness and kept bumping into things - like racks of clothing and shelves of ornaments. Next scene; I was in a woman's house who I had never met before. She welcomed me into her home and I took a pew on her sofa. She had a little boy with her who went off to play. I remember sitting really close to her and then slipping my hand into hers - at first she pulled away, but then she slipped her hand back into mine. I felt comfortable and safe. We then moved into the kitchen area - which was dark and lit only by candles. There were men sat around the table. We joined them. One of them predicted that it would start to hammer it down and there will be lightening and, sure enough, it started to hammer it down and flashes of lightening drew upon the sky. "You're psychic!" I screeched in excitement. "NO! He's psychic!" The man said, pointing to a different guy sat opposite to him...they looked almost identical. Next scene; I was in a park and decided to make a phone call to my friend, Kylie. "Did you want to take the kids to the park?" She asked. "Or shall we go to Glastonbury and get a psychic reading?". "Let's get a psychic reading!" I replied.