This is after the Wake Back to bed, I think it was my final dream. I want to go out to this party, I ask my mum to get me some money out of the bank, we are counting the money outside, there is way to much for any normal drinking session (there are piles of £100 notes). My mum starts to loose them, dropping them, blowing away in the wind, only a few blow away but I am very angry. I stack my bag full of tinnies and push on. (Ill write the party up later if I remember it)
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