The One With The Dream...

...was a bit of an Inception style thing.

There's no-one recognisable in this one, so I'll keep it brief, it's a bit dull.

The One With The Dream

So, I was in class. For some reason all of the other students were toddlers. And the Teacher was crying, he seemed really upset.Obviously, after class I followed him from the room to check he was OK, only to find that the door he'd just left through led to a dead end room with three HUGE server towers in it. I wondered why a school with less than 1,000 students needed that much server power. Possibly they were doing some hosing on the side, who knows.

Anyhow, the next day I went to his office to offer an emotional support I could. He invited me in, offered me coffee and we sat on a fawn-coloured set of arm chairs, facing one another. I stated my concerns and he smiled, thanked me for my concern, told me that not only was he not depressed, but he'd not had a class with me yesterday. Then he sat and looked at me as if he was waiting for me to realise something...

...Which slowly, slowly I did. The rest of the class being toddlers? The dead end vanishing trick with the HUGE servers. Absurd! It had been a bloody dream realised I and said as much.

The teacher agreed with me and nodded and I went to get up let him have the rest of his afternoon to himself, but he stopped me with a motion of the hand. I sat back down. I smirked with his own inner-joke and continued looking at me, as if waiting for the penny to drop.

So I thought.

And I thought.

Wait a second...What the hell am I doing in School, didn't I graduate university two years ago? And how did I get in this office, I was in a room with huge servers! I sighed at my own stupidity and saw the twinkly-eyed teacher look at me with amusement as the world dissolved around him...
 

The One With The Kid In The Road...

I just had such a realistic dream that I, honestly, don't think I can remember having a more realistic one. Ever.

I was bombing back from the vet school on Storey's Way, doing as I usually do, thirty miles an hour, cursing my new tyres for being so slow, while simultaneously loving their ruggedity. Anyhow, I was down on my aero-bars, by which I mean these not these, and there suddenly appeared a small child in the middle of the road.

I swerved, slipped on the front wheel and woke up just as my right shoulder shattered against the kerb. With one hell of a jolt. So much so that I woke up my dog.

The One With Megan and Bailey...

...was shot like a film, including special effects, danger music and adult stunt men playing children's parts. Megan, Bailey and I were an elite ops group of toddlers. We had a cool name, something like "Splinter Group Three" or "Toddler Force Alpha", I forget, but it was way cool.

Anyhow, using mad motocross biking skills we managed to breach the perimeter fence and then we ninja'd the guards, before breaking into the building undetected through a small window. A small window that no adult would have been able to fit through!

Anyhow, we then rigged the lift to allow us access using 1337 hacking skillz. And we ran the last flight of stairs to burst into a council meeting.

The council were all old and kept pinching our cheeks (which is annoying, get off me old woman or you shall feel the cold steel tang of my blade) and offering us rusks (which are tasty) and then the vote! We had come all this way just to add three voices to sway the vote. And after the hands had been tallied, it was decided, Duncan Maskell was *just* decided to be a pillock.