I had a school reunion, partly on a train, but Hannah was there whilst others weren’t (makes sense). As I am travelling on the train, unknowing of its destination, my friend John randomly walked through. He chanted “Hey Fran” and pulled one of his crazy faces. He sort of stopped, (in a way that was only noticeable to those who know the person) and scanned the passengers curiously. I sensed he was really freaked out or perplexed by the company I was keeping.
He was in our work uniform and managed to find a route from my carriage to the cinema that way?! Whatever works, fella.
Then I kept waking up.
So I was ten minutes late to work and my manager was like “YOU BITCH!”: I think I was contemplating calling in sick - I should have?
This then switched to the end of the party/reunion, where I ended up at Noorzehra’s house, which wasn’t her house at all (looked quite smashing though). But, as I was leaving I decided to try and hug her Dad. Ridiculously awkward: I was standing and he was sitting on some luxurious white sofa. And, I thought he deserved this hug after he basically stating I looked like shit (as I recall I somehow got roughed up during my train ride). The man then went onto say that its alright ‘because some guys like that…’ So I painfully laughed and uncomfortably slipped out the house, got into a car and drove away.
Considering I have 6 hours to go to that ‘sleep place’ before work, I am pretty anxious about what could become of my thoughts when I have no control over them.