The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

Remembered a relatively decent chunk of dream after a few nights of rubbish. I have a feeling these two parts are connected, as the story fits, though I remembered the second part before the first.

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9/4/12

I arrive at a uni accommodation similar to a friend's in Bristol that I stayed in recently, as if it was my own. I walk past a kitchen window where I can hear a large group of people and music. I pick out a certain girl's voice [or should I say, her insanely thick Scouse accent] and wonder if her fit friend is with her.

Without bothering to check, I go across the garden to 'my' room to pack, to go home for the holidays [which I'm on now]. I do something with the iPod speakers on the windowsill, looking out the window to the party kitchen as I do so. I catch the gaze of a girl amongst the other people, and she suddenly appears next to me, as if by magic. We talk for a few minutes, while I try and make out if I think she's hot or not.

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My mum tells me over the phone that I have a train to catch soon, so I should get a move on. Me and a friend of mine decide instead to get a bus instead to Bournemouth [a place not even remotely close to where either of us live]. We take ages searching for the bus depot, however, so decide to ring the helpline. We get through to a strange man who's screaming along to a metal track in the background, stopping a few times briefly to give us help. We find out the next bus isn't til 7pm, which is not acceptable.

I decide to get the train after all, but realise I've left my tickets at home (home-home, not uni-home)! I see a DC that lives near my house and approach him to ask for some sort of lift home, but he cycles away before I can get close.