Before I start, I’ll talk about something which has appeared in a lot of my dreams in the past. For some reason I’ve been riding my bike in the trading estate, and rode into an (imaginary) area of brown mud round the back of one of the buildings. When I’m riding over the mud, my bike gets sucked into the ground. I’ve had this in my dreams for a very long time, and I don’t know why. Anyway, now I’ll tell you about the dream I had last night.

It started in school. It was time for PE and I’d lost my kit, and didn’t fancy having to use the spare kit. What I did was look around the bottom of the green staircase for someone else’s kit to take. I found one that fitted, in a carrier bag and took it to the gym. After PE it was home time. Jack and Peter asked me if I wanted a bike race through the trading estate and I agreed. I went home and got my bike, and the race started. We were going through the trading estate at full pelt when a car pulled out in front of me. Because of this I was miles behind everyone else. In an attempt to catch up, I looked for a shortcut, and eventually I found one. It meant cutting through a muddy peace of land outside one of the buildings, (the muddy place that I’ve often visited in my dreams). As I rode across the mud, my bike suddenly got sucked in, so I jumped off. My bike was completely submerged under the surface of the mud. I pulled out a knife, and cut a slit in the mud, but it closed again, sort of like a huge mouth. I cut it again, and shoved a bottle in to hold it open. It was open for a few seconds, when suddenly the bottle flew up in the air. The reason it flew up was a huge eye was in the ground, pushing against it. I look at the eye. It was orange-brown and covered in brown veins. I thought that the eye had eaten my bike so I tried to kill it. At first I cut it gently, but it healed itself, so I lifted my knife above my head and started stabbing down at it. Yellow chunks of gore flew out of the eye. Then I woke up. I never did find my bike…

(note : not the first time I’ve ever dreamt about eyes. Could it mean something?)

One day, I’m on holiday (in the UK I think, maybe Yarmouth), when I meet some kids down an ally. They say that they’ll teach me how to fight, so I start training. When I get back to school, I decide that I want to practise my punches, so I ask Jason (Blair) if he wants to play a game. He agrees. I punch him repeatedly in the face and head. Half way through, the ‘game’, J starts complaining. By this time, blood is pouring out of his face, and his nose is broken. I tell him “don’t worry J, it’s only a game!”. He says “Okay” and we continue until I wake up.

(note : Perhaps I really should be seeing the psychologist! I don’t know what made me dream about that, I don’t have anything against Jason).

Me, Jack, Bradley, Michael and Humza are together in the class room, picking on Amardeep, saying that she’s got hairy breasts. She gets very upset and eventually shows us her chest and it’s very hairy!

(note : this is quite realistic isn’t it?)

Me and Robert (my brother) are round my dad’s house for the day. Robert wants to make a phone call, but his battery on his phone is flat so he asks to use my dad's. My dad agrees to this so Robert uses his phone. When he finishes the call, he’s in a bad mood, and wants to annoy my dad, so he purposefully drops the phone on the floor breaking it. My dad’s response to this is to beat him up, punching him round the head until he falls down, unconscious.

(note : this is weird because my dad’s never hit either of us in real life.)