Quasar Adventures; my dreams.

Stick it to MS, this Sunday!

Left Foot Lost

My sister and I got some pet snakes. Three. They kept escaping. We were running all over town looking for them. Then the green one split into two snakes- a purple and a green- yet was still joined at the tip of the tail. That one escaped and everyone was freaking out. My family and I split up to look for it. Later my sister crawled into our home with only half of her left foot. I went round the back of the house and found the front of her left foot- but only the skeleton of it. One of the snakes had ripped the front of her foot off! Then Charlotte from Geordie Shore tweeted me saying she wasn’t coming on holiday with us in Summer because she was filming a new Geordie Shore. 

The Nowhere Festival

I’m at a swimming pool and some little bitch won’t let me get to my clothes and then wraps my bag round my ankle and hers- why join us together? Then I’m in the changing rooms singing with a girl I used to go to school with, and we’re entertaining all the girls in the changing room! Cut to me walking down this vertical lane to my car, called a ‘Lilac Audi HUB.’ It’s so uncomfortable to drive and I can’t even find my accelerator (though it still drives!).

 

Then I’m in an archaic building, with beautiful, delicate paintings on the ceiling and incredible mirrors hanging from the walls (this building is a school and the headquarters of bank security). I get a flashback to seeing a dead person at the side of the motorway, literally lying there like they’re in a coffin, with a white mask on their face to prevent people from recognising them, with long blonde hair flowing from beneath it at the sides. The body looked like a girls. Her face had been covered with this mask so that people would not recognise her in case she was very rich, then go and try and get into her bank account- a burly black man has explained this to me, back in the building. He sits in a small room with an electrical device which tracks whether or not people are trying to break into bank accounts at that precise moment. He’s a lovely man but gets bored with his job- stuck in a beautiful room with another security man, yet the room is only about 8 foot x 8 foot. This man has beautiful dark chocolate skin but deep sadness in his eyes. He wears a stunning, three-piece navy blue suit with a sparkling pocket watch hanging across his tummy.

 

Then I’m dressed up and downstairs in another room helping children take part in a vote. This is the school part of the building. This school is incredible, everyone cares for each other and is kind and each pupil genuinely wants to learn and takes part in activities with enthusiasm. We’re then in another room and it is bursting with pupils, like a battery farm, we’re all squeezing and squashing to get out of the door; then I see my mum through the window, across the hall, helping students like I was just before.

 

Darkness has fallen and I’m outside with three friends, in a field but I don’t know where. There’s people milling about, all dressed in silver, black and white with masks on. Two boys give out their telephone numbers for people to text them if they would like the boys to bake them cakes, the boys are ridiculed and run away. My three friends and I trudge down a path; we seem to be at a festival. It’s getting colder and we have nowhere to sleep and no food or drink. There’s a man doing acrobatics further down the path and cackling menacingly; he must be seven feet tall with his face painted silver, spiky black hair and cheekbones that could cut you. He terrifies me.

 

We continue, past popcorn and candy floss vans, jesters, fire, elaborate tents and groups of people sat with their heads huddled and in deep conversation- yet when we pass their eyes follow us. We carry on and sit down in a space in a field, outside a huge, slanted, duck egg blue tent. Then ham sandwiches appear. It’s midnight now and crowds are making their way to the stage in the next field but we don’t go. Instead one of our friends leaves us while a stranger (a terrified little woman who evidently shouldn’t be talking to us) tells me that my car- the one I was driving earlier- is an a field, high up behind us and there are sleeping bags and a tent in it. So we aim to go but end up falling asleep in the field and because we have only slept in our dresses/ tops/ shorts- what we were wearing, we wake up like ice in the morning; but the sky is still black…