I keep lagging in remembering to post about what dreams I’ve had. I know I’ve had two/three good ones recently and I can only remember the one of them, which I woke up feeling stiff.
I’ll set the scene first.
It’s in my old primary school, in the playground, which, from the perspective of a 4-5 year old, was quite large and open spaced (although in my dreams everything feels wide and distorted). Big trees used to line the walls and had benches around them, which is the main focus on my dream. Which, as a warning to anyone who stumbles across this, is only a dream! It’s not real, so… uh, don’t get offended 
The playground is empty, and I am standing by the wooden “bus” plaything with my Nan. Out of nowhere, my eldest brother walks into view, sits on the tree bench and stuffs something underneath it. I go over and snatch the package he is trying to hide away from him. It’s drugs. I go mental. He confesses that he’s been dealing in drugs for money. His Fiancee comes onto the scene; she’s been doing it as well. I’m furious. I tell my Mum, but she doesn’t seem to care.
I’m now in my room stressing, as my criminal brother is in the house. I know I can’t live here anymore and I’m stressing about what to do. My Nan comes up and shuts the door and talks to me in hushed tones, telling me that I have to secretly leave the house and run away. She tells me to go to her place (which in real life is only down the road!) and she’ll take things from there. She leaves and I rush to gather bags together, and start to pack away all of my things that I think necessary to bring. I start to imagine (in my dream) where I’m going to travel, if I have enough money on my Oyster, and what I’m going to do once at my Nans. I woke up soon after.
There was a lot of stress on the excitement of adventure, of that feeling you get up your spine when sneaking around, worried someone is right behind you. I think that’s what made me wake up tense!
