Dreamt I was back at primary school, but with people like James Den Bakker, he wrote a story about MW2 noting details about all the different types of players. I fled to the toilets for some reason, seeking sanctuary, I looked in the mirror and realised I was balding excessively. Miss Carney then walked in and went to use a special toilet, it wasn't working so she left to use another.

I walked outside to find myself in a night time environment outside a club, my mate Philip Holmberg was there, but his mates were weird. One was being a real jerk, elbowing me and shit, apparently he thought I was gay.

I then found myself walking into london on a long path... with kids there and shit.

Yeah