Old friends
Last night I dreamt that I was with my best friends from secondary school, Tom, Ed, Julian, and George. They looked exactly as they did the last time I saw them some two years ago. We were out drinking in a pub and were sat in a beer garden. I had a drink of very flat beer, but Ed had a bottle of vodka with him. He poured everyone glasses of vodka redbull, but by the time he got to me he’d run out of vodka. I was frustrated, so I threw the flat beer out of my glass and stormed off.
I walked towards a low wall and jumped over it into a typical English field. I was wearing an old hoodie that I used to wear every day. I pulled the hood up over my head because it was so cold. I decided to go to a shop. The field sloped downwards and I strolled down the hill and found a shop where I planned to buy vodka and something to eat. Outside there were nothing but green apples. I decided I would eat some of the apples and was experiencing the sensation of eating large, juicy Granny Smiths. However, the old, green door to the shop was shut. I looked in through the window and the only thing inside there was a large double bed. The best had no sheets or duvet on it, just an exposed mattress. I stared at the bed for a long time and then woke up.
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