Kjarva's dream journal

I woke up at 6am this morning and struggled to get back to sleep for about half an hour. This dream seemed to last hours but in actual fact must only have been about 15 minutes long at most.

My grandapa was with me in a kitchen that I don't recognise. There is the table and chairs from our kitchen in there and the floor is stone. My grandpa is looking for an onion and asks me to get him one. I'm standing in the street which in the dream I equate to being outside my work, but I'm not, I'm not sure where it is. I walk down the side alley at the side of 'work' and I'm in my mum's back garden. There's a shed there and I go inside.

Leonardo DiCaprio is in the shed and I'm not even mildly surprised by this. He seems really upset. He walks towards me and puts his arms around me, giving me a kiss. We walk hand in hand into my mums house and back into the strange kitchen. My sisters Amy and Emma are there, along with a strange boy that I don't know.

I go over to the laptop on the table and start browsing for something. Then I pick up the bit of paper beside me and it suddenly becomes the laptop monitor. My gran walks into the kitchen but she's lost her mind. She's shouting random rubbish like 'mum!' and 'maw!'. This about breaks my heart seeing her this way and I walk over to her and kiss the top of her head.

Suddenly my little cousin Jack is with us. We're out of the kitchen again and in my mum's living room. Jack is sat with the wreckage that used to be the laptop. I get so upset because the laptop was my grans. The screen is completely broken and Jack snatches a part out of the back. My mum twists his ear and tells him what he did was very bad.

I am in the hall outside Emma's room, where the dogs normally sleep. Leo is back, only he is sobbing and I give him a hug. My mum is watching from the living room. I notice the absolutely pristine white tshirt he has on. "Let's go to bed" he whispers in my ear, once he's calmed down some. He goes on ahead and I start to go to my room.

As Im walking, the scene around me changes and I'm in a big drawing room with peach walls and carpet. Some boring, snotty guy is droning on about the room we're in and which king decorated this particular room of Buckingham Palace. I get fidgety and bored and start playing with the lever beside me that seems to open and close the window behind me. It's more a winch than a lever, like the king you would use to bring a bucket up from a well. I open the window but it's too cold, so I try to close it again. I break the handle off and everyone is looking at me. I sheepishly hand over the handle to someone else to try to fix for me. The scene shifts again.

My gran has fallen down the stairs and dislocated her arm. My Auntie Kathleen is going to pop it back in and fix it. I know I'll be sick if I watch and my dad agrees "I'll be sick" he says just as I walk into the hall outside my parents room. In the dream it must be my room because I can see Leo lying on the bed waiting for me, still looking distraught.

I close the bedroom door behind me as I walk into the bedroom. I climb into bed beside him and snuggle up.

Damn Alarm Clock!!