I seem to have an inordinate amount of Lost dreams

It's a show I watched from the beginning to the end when it was on telly. And I loved it but I haven't thought about it or watched it since it ended.

So the dream started off with Arnst (Arst) the Dr. (?) from series one (?). He was talking about dynamite just before they were due to blow up the Black Rock. He was waving it around and making everyone look as if he was about to blow himself up. He then talked about some dud dynamite that wouldn't work and threw it into the ship.

The ship blew up and he jumped. The force of the jump blew him, and the dynamite he was holding, up.

The ship fell over and we all scrambled to get out of the way. I can only remember Hurley and Michael there. For some reason we were looking for a hammer. Hurley pointed to one that flew past us from the blast and Michael said, "Yo, that aint the one we are looking for. It's not crumblin'"

The ship missed us and we carried on out merry way. We then came across an allotment and we knew that Danielle would be here so we'd have to be careful. There was a bungalow, a fence and some Jack Russells too.

Eventually we found Danielle and her children. We then moved on.

We found these plush villas where Jack, Sawyer, Sayid and Kate were all hanging out. They were drinking mulled wine and lounging around on satin cushions. Then there was dancing. Rose and Bernard were getting particularly into it and Sayid and Sawyer had a snog on the dancefloor.

We then needed to get down to business. I went with Jack, Hurley and Sawyer to the top of a mountain where we could spy on the others. They were backing their white pick up truck into a garage. Then Kate was there! Was Kate working with the others.

I wasn't sure but it didn't seem to matter. We went back to the beautiful multi-level open plan villas and drank more wine and danced.

New layout and my sucky life

First take a moment to embrace a less dark, much prettier view in front of you. I like it. Much less oppressive.

Now listen to me moan about my life. Firstly my Grandad. He's ill, has been in NNUH for a week or two now. Fucking hates it there. The nurses are mean to him and he always looks so forlorn and uncomfortable when we visit him. I've offered to stab any mean nurses in the face, he laughed it off. I was serious.

Supernatural dream

I was in a dungeon fighting against my friend Alex who was possessed. I was told by Dean Winchester that I had to stab her with the knife then cut off a body part to kill her. My cat, Powder, was also helping her. I'd have to kill my cat too.

After a bit of a fight I stabbed Alex in the head then cut off her arm. I was crying, that was my friend.

I then had to get on a train. I was standing on the plat form and tried to buy a ticket when the train turned up. I was told that the train was full and I couldn't buy a ticket. Loads of people I was told me it was okay. So we had to wait for the next train. It was a cold day and although I had my coat on I had no gloves.

Dean was still there, he was wearing stripy gloves. He held my hands.

Train then turned up and I went to mum's to repair the relationship with my cat who'd come back to life.

My funeral...

I had a quick disturbing dream about going to my wake before I'd even died. I had some sort of terminal illness that said I'd die on a particular date. It wasn't like cancer or anything. I felt fine. I decided to invite anyone I'd even been friends with to my party. There were a lot of old school friends there and there was a wall where they could post farewell message to me.

I went to look at the wall, there were only one or two things there. One said:

"I love you - Tom."

I knew who it was and in real life I haven't spoken to this guy since highschool and even then we weren't really friends.

That set me off. I went to speak to Ben telling him that this couldn't be real and that I felt fine so how could I die the next day. I've never felt so heart broken in my life. I didn't want to leave these fantastic people. I didn't want to leave Ben.

I hugged Tom, didn't need to say I wasn't interested. It didn't really matter, I loved Ben and I was about to die.

The next day, I didn't die...

More Sylar

This is only vague and was a few days ago but I remember waking up and feeling quite happy about it. I was at Heathrow airport just sitting around waiting for a plane when Sylar came and sat next to me. I was surprised that he was being so pleasant and he asked me if I wanted to go for a coffee. We went out and sat outside this cafe.

Laura Anderson, a friend from years and years ago who I probably wouldn't recognise now, served us.

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Stepping out of my comfort zone

I am posting this short piece for criticism - and hopefully a bit of praise - that makes me uncomfortable for two reasons.

1) I never write like this, my writing is usually much more simplistic or is non-fiction SEO articles on flowers...
2) I don't take critique well.

Largely unedited, so please point out typos, grammar errors. I'm rubbish with first person so point out any tense errors too. Thanks in advance for this. I need to improve.

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The light bounced off the dancing mass throwing them into a world of colour, pink heads, green torsos and yellow legs. It was fascinating to watch, a perfect rainbow moving in time to the throb of the music. It might be the alcohol running through me that was making me think like this but I couldn't take my eyes off them. The trance like movements of everyone bouncing together just made me stare. It was like some magical force was pulling them all together and throwing them into this insane light orgy.

My drink was empty and my mouth was dry, I probably could have done with rehydrating myself, a glass of water before the next wave of alcohol. I wouldn't. That wasn't me, I didn't stop to think about how the alcohol would feel the next morning. I didn't stop to think about being too hungover for school. I already knew I'd be taking the day off. I knew that I'd just phone in and pretend to be my mum. I'd done it often and I'd do it again.

Standing in this club and feeling the beat vibrate through me was very much worth the time I'd miss. I was experiencing life and this life was much more exciting than education. Somewhere under the alcohol haze I wanted to do well at school. I wanted to qualifications and I wanted a high paying creative job. Maybe I could just own a club that would make me happy beyond belief.

I suppose I could have renounced drink and clubbed without the fun intoxication. But would I still feel like this? Was the euphoria I was feeling down to the music or the alcohol? Or was it a combination of both? The latter probably. I wasn't going to stop, I had friends who did this every night, I couldn't miss out just because it was a Wednesday evening. Was it Wednesday or Thursday? It might be past midnight, the dance floor is busy, busier than I would have imagined for the middle of the week. Maybe there was a party.

The massive moving music orgy slowed as the song changed only to begin bouncing as soon as the next thud of bass arrived. I looked down at my empty drink and sighed, I needed to get up and get to the bar. No table service here, no tables. I'd been sat on a leather sofa near the dance floor. This was the best vantage point to watch those people. Although none of them were individuals, I'd been seeing those dancers as one. I wasn't here to pick out people. I wasn't here to pull like most others. Although when I think about it I suppose most of the people in that group were hooking up with someone else next to them. Groping, feeling, touching, throbbing. It was fine because it was what music did to you.

I wrapped my fingers around the cool glass and stood, I didn't know how long I'd been alone for but it didn't matter. I didn't need people to chat to. The music was too loud, anyway it was all the conversation I needed.

The bar was crowded, there were people all along its length, it didn't take me long to squeeze myself into a gap that was probably too small for me. Those people moved, I don't know how long I stood there for but it was a while before I got served. I wasn't waving my money about frantically I was just watching the bar staff go through the motions of serving these people around me. I was also enjoying the heat of being squeezed between these people to feel their movements as they reached into their pockets for money or took their drink from the bar.

When the pain in the ball of my feet from six inch heels was too much to bear I rested my elbow on the bar, tenner in hand. I wasn't here for my health, clearly, I was here for a drink. With a bit of a shouting and a bit of pointing I ordered a new glittering glass of rosé wine. A large one. I then slid away from the bar and back to my vantage point. It seemed I was no longer alone, I recognised one of those people, the person I was supposed to be out with in the first place. She was talking to people who appeared to be strangers to me.

That didn't stop me from sitting down and taking the weight of my aching feet. I then just watched them, wasn't bothered by the lack of recognition. I didn't lean in to hear what they were talking about but instead decided to speculate on their conversation. Inappropriate parrots, dancing bears and Russian meerkats. My drunken mind took me into the realms of obscurity and I watched them, smiling when they smiled and laughing when it rippled through the group towards me.

From Frankie

I'm writing this from a new character's point of view. She was never supposed to be a Doctor Who character but she sort of fell into mine and Kirby's roleplay. I'll do this from her point of view. Please, meet Frankie. As usual, this is based on a dream I had last night.

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Arriving in Cardiff was lovely, they was a nice breeze coming from the bay and the sun was out. I was instantly drawn to the Millennium centre and water tower. I walked around for a bit, for once the sun wasn't bothering me although I knew if I stayed out for much longer it would.

This place felt strange, there was so much activity beneath the surface. Something was strange about this place but as people went about their business it was as if they hadn't even noticed. Maybe I could pick it up because of my higher being status. I've been around long enough to know when something is weird.

The feeling of someone coming to walk beside me was a surprise, especially when I realised that I knew him. Captain Jack Harkness, we'd only met briefly before but he knew me and I knew him. I knew that he'd traveled with the Doctor and that he would understand the weird feeling I was getting about this place. He then became rather defensive. Telling me I was being silly. That meant that Torchwood must be around here and he didn't want me to see it.

I pretended not to have noticed the defensiveness and instead tried to find out how to get into this place. I walked towards the water, under a small bridge. There were two options here: left and right. Jack started going left so I went right. He told me I was going the wrong way and I knew I wasn't. I walked along the decking to a boarded up old tourist information office.

I could see that this was, or at least had been the entrance to Torchwood once but now there was no way of getting in. I turned to look at Jack and he'd gone.

John Barrowman, Scott Mills and meat

I'd heard on the radio that Radio 1 would be giving away stuff on a first come, first served basis at various spots around the UK. I was driving around away from work only to learn that I'd be driving past one of these spots. It was good timing as I pulled up and Scott Mills greeted me.

He then handed me some Kobe beef steak, a lamb joint and yoghurt. He then went to the side of the road and continued with his show. A random collection of things but I was very happy with it. Very excited about finally trying Kobe beef.

Got it home and put it all in the fridge. I then left my house only to find John Barrowman outside. I asked him if he needed a lift somewhere and he said yes. We drove to his destination, he was very nice and chatty. I didn't ask him for an autograph.

When I stopped the car I asked him for a hug and a kiss. He laughed but was very willing. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and got out of the car. He shut the door and then leaned through the open window and gave me the most beautiful half/friendly kiss on the lips.

Vividness, urgh. Damn his gorgeous gay self.

Captain Jack's Gloves

Kirby and I had decided to get away from America, for some reason we couldn't stay there any longer. Instead we decided to go to Mexico. We got a bus and as we crossed the boarder everyone's faces changed, they all looked Mexican but it was all of a sudden. We saw that we were in Mexican territory and rejoiced.

We explored for a little while enjoying our new found freedom.

We then realised that our pursuer had caught up with us. It was Captain Jack, hell bent on capturing us and taking us back to the states. We weren't entirely sure what we'd done. We hid in a toilet cubicle and saw through the crack in the door various people walk in and out of the toilets. Fear shot over us when Jack walked in. We exited out hiding place and ran. A car pulled up alongside us it was Mike Novic (from 24) we knew he was working with Jack.

He assured us that he wanted to help. We jumped in his car and drove off. Jack stood at the side of the road, he looked angry. I took in his usual airforce attire and noticed he was wearing really nice leather gloved too. Kirby had also noticed, "I like his gloves," she said.

With that, Jack threw his gloves at the car in frustration. We knew we'd have to get them. Mike stopped the car and we darted out to grab the gloves. We could only get one before Jack started shooting at us.

Zachary Quinto, a waiter, Embo, my mum and Liam Neeson.

I was with a group of people I tweet with, except that's not quite what I do with them but for the purpose of the dream they were my Twitter friends. Zachary Quntio, Embo Parko, Lucie Walker and my Mum. Our group was being led by Liam Neeson.

We sat down to get some lunch and a waiter joined us. Embo took a shine to him straight away. She pulled him to sit next to her. He looked awkward and uncomfortable so moved to sit on the table. But he was toonear the food I was about to eat so Mum pushed him back onto the chair next to Embo.

We all were chatting and eating. I needed the loo so went with Mum, the cleaner was in there on his hands and knees cleaning. He said it was okay for us to come in. Margaret was also there. She makes cakes and is a friend of my mother's. Lovely lady. Just hanging out in the loos...

We got back to everyone and I decided to explore. I let Liam know where I was going. I then went to look at some handbags. They were on a huge technological revolving carosel that was only allowed to be operated by staff. There were various categories. It was currently on laptop bags. Great, I needed one. Someone then came along and changed it to nappy bags. Less exciting. I continued to explore and bumped into the old head teacher from the highschool I went to. Mr. Munson. He was getting really excited about an iPhone game. I told him I'd download it and left.

Got back to the group. Embo was still pursuing fit, awkward waiter. I sat with Zachary Quinto and began chatting. It was as if I knew him. A few drinks later, needed the loo. Cleaner man was still in there but messing about. He laughed, I went to the loo.

When I came out I saw Zachary Quinto walking towards me. It was then I realised that he wasn't him any more. He was Sylar. He came towards me, looking at me from under those beautiful eyebrows. I was a bit scared. He pushed me onto the floor and climbed ontop of me between my legs. In the middle of the hall!

I can't remember what he said to me but he proceeded to kiss me. It was one of those terribly vivid dreams. I could feel him kissing me, stubble and all. I could also feel how slim he was. I ran my hands down his sides, could feel the texture of his shirt and where it was tucked into his trousers. I could feel hip bones, a belt. I physically opened my eyes and could see him. I was half awake trying desperately to hold onto the image.

It went on for a while, beautiful. I then woke up. My lips were dry as if I'd been kissing someone stubbly.

Kirby, Matt Smith and a bonfire

Now, as I decided to write this dream it slipped from my head. I'm going to write down the only snippet that remains incase the rest comes back.

I was hanging out with Matt Smith, the new Doctor. There was a reason I just can't remember what it was. My friend Kirby had asked me to get her his autograph. I thought I'd do one better so I got him to call her. I said, "go on pretend to be the Doctor."

He screwed up his face and put the ringing phone to his ear, "no," he said with a laugh.

I laughed too as if I'd been joking even though I hadn't been.

I was then with Kirby, Ben and Matt (double date?) in a big green caravan thing watching some fire works. Something really interesting happened/was said but I can't remember what.

We were clearly in America so Ben and I flew back. From our ACTUAL, real life America trip we'll get back at 8am Sunday morning to get straight back to work on the Monday. I got in the car to drive home from Heathrow, thinking 'urgh, work tomorrow.' I looked at the date and it was Saturday! Yay.

India

I was in India helping some of my family to explore their heritage (none of my family really have Indian heritage.) We were looking round a really beautifully painted building. It had pillars, low ceilings and was exclusively made of stone.

We left the building to see some gates closing on a Muslim ceremony, all Muslims had to be within the gates and all non-muslims outside. As we weren't muslim we moved outside of the gates. My Dad wanted to know what was going on because our car and hotel were inside the gates.

He ran to the top of a watch tower and started shouting at the (white) guard. The guard pushed him and he fell all the way down these steep steps. I think the guard was going to shoot him but Dad sat up and broke the guy's neck.

I was in Doctor Who

Tain, a character of mine who was created for the whoniverse, was in a big English mansion. The sort of thing you see in horror movies and murder mysteries. I was her so I will write this from first person point of view.

I ran through the mansion determined to get back to the Doctor, I didn't think there would be anything to hinder me. There were, loud, heavy foosteps behind me I turned just in time to see a hammer come down on me. The man wielding the huge hammer was dressed in armor, some sort of guard or soldier. Another blow with the hammer and I was unconscious.

When I awoke I was in the middle of an bare dark oak wood floor. The walls were paneled but the room was empty.

I left the room only to turn a corner and come across another guard. This time I was ready, I grabbed the guard by the shoulders and I think he was surprised at my strength. He soon crumpled to the floor and I continued on my way.

After a while without seeing anyone I tiptoed into a room. There were to guards near to where I'd walked in and two guarding a passage at the other end of the room.

I didn't fancy taking on four guards so snuck down the side of the room and up some stairs to the right of the passage way. One guard saw me and I dealt with her. I peered round the side of the stairs to see a large round ghost. Was it a boo? It was a boo, what the hell. I decided to run rather than deal with it. However, it started to come up the stairs. No amount of looking at it would make it stop.

The guards knew where I was. I ran around to another set of stairs that came down the other side of the passage. The guards had followed me so I could nip through and see what awaited me.

In front of me, down the passage, was a high ceilinged room apparently only blocked off by a metal bar just below head height. My hesitation meant the guards and boo were behind me, I dived under the bar and they didn't follow.

There were a few people in there and in the middle, on a large, curved sofa was the Doctor. I was pleased to see him. I sat between him and a half naked man with six arms. We were victorious.

Discarded

Below is a excerpt from what I am lovingly calling my novel. In fact it is really an excerpt from the mess of ideas currently swirling around my head. This writing business is hard. I love these five paragraphs but alas the story will not work with them in.

Captain Matthews sat himself in front of Aidan and Kathryn. This was the part he’d always hated about bringing in new people from the surface. They sat there looking at him expectantly. He’d made friends with these people, helping them settle in during this week, aiding in their application to become part of the community. Now he had to break some difficult news.

“As you know space at the Sanctuary is limited. You understand that we can only accommodate those who can give something back to the community,” he was programmed to say all this. He’d done it more times than he liked to recall. The look Aidan and Kathryn then shared told Sam that they knew what was coming, neither of them were idiots.

“We’ve decided…” he hated have to put himself as part of the collective, he objected to this ruling, “that Aidan’s medical experience would be hugely useful in ensuring that those here stay fit and well and also in the event of any emergencies. He would need to stay with us.” Sam didn’t know if they would understand but Aidan now didn’t have a choice, he’d have to stay. Although Sam was supposed to turn a blind eye to how people were made to stay he wasn’t keen on being the one to deliver the news to these two. He knew Aidan well enough to know that he would not leave his sister.

“Unfortunately there is not room here for Kathryn. We will…” he didn’t get the chance to finish as Aidan stood up.

“Then we are both leaving,” snapped Aidan grabbing his sister by the hand.

Vintage Clothes, Big Ben and Peril

So, Ben and I were in London, we'd been to see a football match. He stayed behind to do some footbally things whilst I went shopping. I could see big Ben (that's the London clock not some dodgy nickname for my man) I was walking towards it but I couldn't for the life of me find it. So, i abandoned my search for it and decided to find some vintage clothing shops.

I stepped into one, it had a lot of modern clothes. Mostly hip-hop style but there was a small section for vintage. I picked out a few things but most of the collection was in stupidly small sizes. I hung out there for a while and eventually went to go and try something on. There was only one changing room available and two men stood outside, like bouncers. I went in and went to shut the curtain but they attacked me and said that I was bad mouthing the business.

Cut to me still looking at the vintage clothes like it had never happened.

I ring Ben to find out how long he is going to be and he says that he'll be there soon.

To my surprise in walk a load of Mundesley friends including two of my best friends Donna and Laura. They are having a party for one of the boys and are in London for some food and drinks. They are all quite broke so they sit down on the sofas in the vintage section and begin to prepare a load of appetizers to eat before they go to their meal.

A lady from the bar walks through (no idea why there was a bar in this shop...) and sees the huge table full of food. "You can't eat that in here, any food you eat has to be purchased here." She then proceeded to tell them about a pub across the road where they could eat their own food.

It was chucking it down with rain so I told Donna and Laura to grab a second hand umbrella from the shop. At first they said no but I persuaded them. I asked Donna if she wanted a purple one.

"No, purple makes me look old I'll have one that is black and blue."

I picked her out a black/blue umbrella and laura a pink/purple one. They all then went on their way and I stayed in the shop.

Kirk, Zombies, A Punto and a Rubber Duck

I was alone, climbing some stairs to get to a friend's flat where she was having a party. This friend was Effy from Skins. I climbed the stairs in a low ceilinged corridor, I then had the choice to go around to the right or straight up some more stairs in front of me. I called out for Effy and heard her voice around to the right. I went around, climbed more stairs, turned a corner, more stairs then opened the door and walked in. I saw a few people in the room before the dream faded out and I half woke up.

Upon getting back into a dream world I realised that I was now an extra in a sketch Stephen Fry was taking part in. We were in a queue for some fast food and the guy in front of us was being really annoying so Stephen was having a massive go at him until everyone was having a go.

We were then in another sketch, same fast food place but all of a sudden people started getting naked. All of them men. None were fit and this wasn't a sexy thing but they were naked and dancing a the side of the queue. One of them was all painted green, I was impressed by how he was /all/ green. The dream then flicked to that same staircase, I was going to Effy's party again. I was relieved to find out that I would finish the dream. It had been annoying it just fading out on me. I wanted a party.

I called out the same as before and went up to the right. Still, something was drawing me to the door in front of me. Something sinister. I ignored it and went to Effy's. Same thing again, I looked around at the people then the dream fizzled out. I was half awake again.

I got back to sleep and was in a hotel ready for some sort of conference. I was waiting at the lift when a couple in their 60's came to wait with me. We ended up chatting because the lift was taking ages. The man told me a story, here it is:

"We requested a wakeup call for this morning from one of the bell hops. The guy came into our room at seven am. I was in bed but, you know how it is when you sleep, the covers come off, you get hot. So he walked into the room and the covers weren't completely on me. I was, you know..." he made a gesture with his hand to signal that he'd had an erection.

In the dream this story was hiliarious but writing it down makes me feel a little sick.

That dream then fizzled out and once again I was on these stairs going to Effy's, I called out and ended up in her apartment. The door that was directly in front of me looking more inviting. I ignored it. Once again dream fizzled out and I woke up.

Upon falling back to sleep I was on my laptop in the garden of a really nice house. I was looking at my facebook pictures and realised I'd posted a dirty one of Ben. I took it down immediately. I then found that I had an email from my Mum entitled 'Frankie Porn' I didn't really want to know what it was. She then rang me asking how to add an attachment to her emails as whatever she'd done hadn't worked. I told her then moved on. I then received another email with all the Mundesley lot (my home village friends who I used to drink with) in an attached picture. They were in the pub clearly having a good time.

I then rang Mum to see if she had made the attachment work. She had. She then said something along the lines of "so it is you and Karen who are pregnant now."

I was like "WUT?"

I asked her how she knew I was pregnant when I didn't even know. She said she didn't want to tell me. I kept asking and she said it was because I was fat. *sigh*

I hung up on her only to ring her later on. "I want an abortion." I said simply.

"You'll have to make an abortion appointment."

"How do I do that?"

She then explained.

All of a sudden I was then at home on the sofa with Ben. I told him I was pregnant and he smiled. Actually smiled and I felt heartbroken as I told him I didn't want it and had booked an abortion appointment.

I then woke up and was so happy that I had done so! I hate dreams about being pregnant. I am nowhere near that point in my life. I fell asleep again and was in another, horribly vivid dream. I was standing by a small, sandy graveyard looking at some of the graves. There was one that said 'Adam Lloyd' - a friend of mine from Mundesley - I thought it couldn't be his grave and I got all scared. It took me a while to realise that it wasn't Adam's grave but someone who had been born in 1889. It was a relief.

I was taking photos of the graves. I had put down a yellow rubber duck in front of one of the graves that had a small mirror on it. I was getting reflective shots. I was with my friend Tim and Captain Kirk.

"Woah, can you see this?" Tim said

I turned around to see a loads of people just standing backs to us staring up a hill. Because we were already quite high up - I've no idea where we were but it wasn't England - we could see that there were loads of these people just standing. I took the opportunity to get a few photographs. On the last picture the flash went off. I thought nothing of it until the people started turning around.

Zombies.

Bloody zombies.

"In the car!" Tim shouted.

Kirk had ran into the graveyard to gather our stuff. "Get the rubber duck!" I told him and I know it was important to me. Kirk was ahead of me and handed me the duck.

We then piled into Tim's little blue Punto and off we went, running down a few zombies in the process.

We ended up away from the zombies and at a black of flats. I went in on my own only to realise that I was in the same staircase I'd been in during all the other little dreams. I was going to Effy's party again. I made the resolve to remember this dream, to concentrate on staying in the dream world. I tried to remember what it had all looked like so I could fill in the blanks if anything started fading out.

"Don't forget the guy on the sofa is wearing a sky blue jumpsuit." Kirk was behind me. I felt safe.

I called out to Effy and walked around the corner. The other door had no pull this time. I walked into the room. It all stayed solid for a few moment before it started flickering. I had to concentrate so hard to get it to stay where it was. It flickered but I kept it all there.

Once everything was staying solid, Kirk walked over to the window to look down at the gardens and street below. The garden he was looking into was the same one that I'd been in with my laptop earlier in the dream. I sat in a circle with Effy and her friends as we passed around a spliff. The spliff was somewhat soggy and floppy. Not good. I didn't have much.

I then picked up a small yellow t-shirt and realised it was important. Its importance had nothing to do with what it was but I knew I had a quest.

We then left Effy's and went back to Tim's car. Kirk got in and I was looking down the road feeling a bit strange. There were then sirens. The police were after us for running over the zombies. There wasn't time for me to sit in the back of the car. I opened the driver's side and half sat on the driver's seat with Tim. He was in charge of gears and pedals, I was steering.

Everything went a bit GTA, I had mini map in my peripheral vision, I could see the flashing blue and red lights. We drove fast and dangerous. We ended up on a motorway and were hitting a lot of cars. At one point it looked like we'd lost the back end of the car but we were okay. Soon we lost the police and pulled into a wide, seemingly abandoned driveway. We needed to rest.

Tim stayed in the car and Kirk picked the lock to the house, we went inside to gather supplies. As we were thinking about leaving. I realised the whole purpose of my quest. The t-shirt symbolised friendship between Kirk and James Norrington. I had to make sure they were reunited. I told Kirk this and he nodded, he wanted to desperately to be reunited but it was too dangerous to go back to Effy's house.

I told him that we'd be able to make it. He smiled then nodded. We quickly left the house and as we were getting into Tim's car a van pulled up. It was the owner of the house. He quickly realised his house had been broken into and that we were the culprits. He started shouting for someone to catch us.

The way we had to get out of the drive was by driving around the back of the house. We had to drive between bollards. It was tricky and we had to take it slow. Kirk handed me a gun. It was a shiny silver FNP .45 ACP handgun. It was so beautiful.

"Wave it around as if you are going to shoot, it should stop them from pursuing us."

I undid my window and I began to shoot. It was different from running over the zombies. These were people coming out of their houses to help the man. I shot them. I missed a few times but I got some hits. They were looking directly at me as I killed them.

We eventually drove through all the bollards and get back onto the main road. It was deserted now. No people, no zombies. We had to stop as a jaguar had set up camp in the middle of the road. It growled at us. There was a mum jaguar and a dad jaguar and a little baby.

We got out of the car to sort of move them along. Instead the mum jaguar launched itself at me grabbing my gun hand. I used my last two shots to shoot it in the head. I then grabbed baby jaguar and slammed it on the ground. Dad jaguar took a bit more to kill. IT was brutal. I hated myself.

We were on the road again and we knew that wild animals were moving into the towns and cities taking over where humans had left off. Effy's apartment was no longer safe but we had to get back there for James Norrington. We reached the apartment. Once again Kirk and I went up the stairs. We went around to the right and up more stairs. I asked Kirk to check for jaguars.

He peeked around the corner. "Jaguars" he said simply. I darted around the corner and grabbed the adult one, then signaled for Kirk to open the little window in the corridor. He did and I threw the angry cat out. We walked past its babies and I felt horrible again.

Walking into the apartment Effy was no longer there but James Norrington, dressed modernly and looking beautiful, was there. He and Kirk embraced and then kissed.

I then woke up.

Freaky Dream

It's actually quite difficult to remember but I know that I woke up feeling very, very wrong. I was with a small group of people and we were running from something. It was as if our family members had turned into zombies and we had to run from them. I remember the dream flicking back and forth between my family being friendly and my family being scary.

I know it was a really good story how we escaped from them but I just can't remember it...

Then I was pregnant. I was walking around being pregnant and telling people about it. I then went to a party and had to pop back to my friend Donna's house to fetch some stuff for her. It was a new house I'd never been in before so I didn't know where her room was.

"Make sure you don't go in any of the other rooms, its where the lodgers live."

I ended up going into a room that clearly wasn't Donna's. I freaked out a bit. Eventually found her room and picked up the milk and tampon she wanted. All the milk was labeled with each house mate's name so no one used the wrong milk...

I was then chatting to a ginger girl who I know (and don't really like) from our village. We were talking about my pregnancy. I told her that I was actually going to get rid of the baby.

I then went to a bar where all my friends were to tell them that I was getting rid of the baby. It was a horrible thing to do. I was standing at the bar with my hands on it thinking, 'god this is a bad dream.' Ben, my boyfriend, was standing next to me looking concerned.

"I think this is a dream, I'm going to try and pull myself out of it." I tried to get out of the dream, as I did I saw Ben fading away. I half realised that if this were a dream then maybe I was dreaming Ben too.

"Ben..." I said as I faded out of the dream and into consciousness.

I heard myself say the dream in real life. I looked over and Ben was sleeping by my side. No pregnancy, nothing. It was such a relief.

The Mushroom Does the Talking

I was in the throws of a Christmas party. My friends Estelle and Sarah were there, Estelle was very drunk and asleep in the dining room, I go her a blanket and continued with the party. I popped outside to see my Grandma in the fenced off area, I joined her and asked what she was doing.

"I'm looking for the old Mushroom, the one that talks." She was poking around with a stick. She found the old Mushroom who groaned and turned away. Grandma shrugged, "I just wanted a conversation."

I then went back into the house and into the living room. An old school friend Katie was in there watching Hollyoaks. She laughed at me for only knowing the name of the skankiest one. I watched it for a bit but wasn't hugely interested.

I then went back into the garden to sit down with the rest of the party and have some food. Jack Davenport was talking to the old Mushroom, he looked quite scared when he returned. I asked him what was wrong.

"I'm being tested. Apparently I'm not worthy." He then went into the kitchen and started to cook the Christmas dinner. That was part of his test. I helped him and his eyes soon lit up when he pulled a packet from the cupboard.

"Oh, but we have chirozo and cheese twists!" he opened the oven and put them in. Everything was okay again.

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