I Must Be Able to Get a Story Out of This
Last night's dream - at least the end - felt like it could be the concept for a short horror story.
Here's what happened; I was trying to walk across London to some restaurant - I seemed to know roughly where I was going, and I was walking down High Holborn.
But suddenly, I had no idea where I was - it didn't look like anywhere around Holborn or Kingsway, and I'm quite familiar with the area. It was also raining heavily, so a few of the roads were completely flooded.
I remember, I decided to retrace my steps back the way I'd came, and some older man was saying random stuff to me, and suddenly around the corner came my best friend and he was chatting to the man, and another older man who had appeared, and I realised they were friends of his.
However, I was bummed when instead of wanting to catch up with me, he decided to head to a disco with these two men. After a few moments, I followed them, but on entering the room I couldn't see them at all.
I gave up and went back on my way of finding my way back, but nothing looked familiar. The street names were ones I'd never heard of before, and mostly bizarre ones (one was called Jesus' Nappy - WTF?)
Eventually, I started looking for the nearest underground station to get out of there, but the first one I found was closed due to flooding. I found myself ascending a hill, behind a brigade of people in striped bobble hats; it seemed very wooded, and eventually I noticed that I seemed to be at Hampstead Heath.
I saw an underground station; it was the fictional Hampstead Heath North station, but I ran inside, slightly worried I would find it was closed. But other people were there and I followed them down the escalator and on to the first train I saw. I decided to check the route map on the train, and see if I needed to change anywhere.
The route map didn't display any stations, just the line, and then I saw the words underneath the map: "NOT IN SERVICE". Everyone else on the train was just staring into space, and I suddenly realised I'd boarded some kind of ghost train and there was no way off. That was more or less the end of the dream, thankfully.
I'm sure I could make some sort of short horror story out of that final bit, and I suspect I'd end up channeling Edgar Allen Poe in the process. I must have a go at this.
Here's what happened; I was trying to walk across London to some restaurant - I seemed to know roughly where I was going, and I was walking down High Holborn.
But suddenly, I had no idea where I was - it didn't look like anywhere around Holborn or Kingsway, and I'm quite familiar with the area. It was also raining heavily, so a few of the roads were completely flooded.
I remember, I decided to retrace my steps back the way I'd came, and some older man was saying random stuff to me, and suddenly around the corner came my best friend and he was chatting to the man, and another older man who had appeared, and I realised they were friends of his.
However, I was bummed when instead of wanting to catch up with me, he decided to head to a disco with these two men. After a few moments, I followed them, but on entering the room I couldn't see them at all.
I gave up and went back on my way of finding my way back, but nothing looked familiar. The street names were ones I'd never heard of before, and mostly bizarre ones (one was called Jesus' Nappy - WTF?)
Eventually, I started looking for the nearest underground station to get out of there, but the first one I found was closed due to flooding. I found myself ascending a hill, behind a brigade of people in striped bobble hats; it seemed very wooded, and eventually I noticed that I seemed to be at Hampstead Heath.
I saw an underground station; it was the fictional Hampstead Heath North station, but I ran inside, slightly worried I would find it was closed. But other people were there and I followed them down the escalator and on to the first train I saw. I decided to check the route map on the train, and see if I needed to change anywhere.
The route map didn't display any stations, just the line, and then I saw the words underneath the map: "NOT IN SERVICE". Everyone else on the train was just staring into space, and I suddenly realised I'd boarded some kind of ghost train and there was no way off. That was more or less the end of the dream, thankfully.
I'm sure I could make some sort of short horror story out of that final bit, and I suspect I'd end up channeling Edgar Allen Poe in the process. I must have a go at this.