Edcase

I have parked up in a park and I am walking around trying to catch Pokemon using the Pokemon Go game. The whole park is massive, and there are old houses and heavily wooded areas where the Pokemon are spawning.

In one area, there is a sign saying (word not recognised) wood, baby Pokemon only. I ignore the sign and begin walking toward the plains area. As I approach the plains/meadow area, I can hear the laughter of Children. I decide to explore further.

As I walk through the plains, a large brick building appears in front of me. It is clear that it is some sort of kiosk selling snacks and drinks. To my left, there is a large tree, and several children (supervised) are playing and gambolling in the grass. As a whim, I raise my phone to see if there are any Pokemon there, and can clearly see there are loads. There are Rattattas and Pigeys playing with the children, along with several round green Pokemon I do not recognise. I ready a ball and throw it, and make a successful catch.

My phone rings, and it is my wife. I explain to her that I have had a couple of pints and have managed to catch a few Pokemon I have never seen before. I say I will be home soon.

I walk away, and decide to take the bus home. Now realising that this is Redditch, a town by where I live, I walk to the kiosk of the bus station and ask when the next bus is. The gent behind the counter is an old boy about 65 and he begins rapping away at his computer with one finger.

Someone appears next to me, I turn to great them in a friendly way and realise it is an old colleague of mine from the chemical plant I worked on.

"Hey, Strickers (a nick name we used to give him) how have you been." I ask. He looks to be slightly drunk as he leans on the kiosk.
"I'm all good, it's been a while." He slurs back

We have a nice conversation about his kids, and I fill him in on all of the good this that have happened since we got made redundant.

The old boy behind the counter still has not yet told us about the next bus, and I remember that I drove here. "Wait a minute, I'll give you a lift home. I've only had two pints." The old boy begins to protest, and that he has just found me a car to take me home. I apologise and tell him not to worry. We walk away.

On the way to the car we have another conversation. I ask him how his kids are and how old are they now. I guess at 8 and 13. He says that they are 10 and 11, which strikes me as odd because I knew there was a bigger age gap.

I mull this over in my head and come to the conclusion that this is a dream. I instantly know this, but perform an RC as an afterthought. I smile, this is amazing. Knowing how fragile my dreams have been in the past, I rub my hands together to stabilise the dream. It focuses me.

After focussing, I see the road we are on. It is the road my First School was on. There are cars parked on either side. I decide to try and vanish the cars, but realise that closing my eyes will instantly wake me up. My friend is still cutting away, but I am ignoring him.

I manouvre around to block my view of one car and move back. The car vanishes. I am elated, but still steady in the dream.

I decide to go for a fly. The shear elation and feeling of freedom is overwhelming. I get 3 metres off the ground and wake up.