SammyTheSnake

I'm floating along night time roads, just off the ground using my arms as wings to glide. I have just the tiniest inkling that this seems a little unlikely but I'm not lucids enough to reject it outright and dream logic soon hand waves it away as not really flying of I'm only just off the ground and my arms ate taking the weight. Grr.

I fly higher to avoid being hit by traffic, rising up to just above the trees that occasionally overhang the road.

Looking behind me a realize there is a column of soldiers (Royal Marines, i think) coming up behind me. They don't seen to be interested in me as such but I still fell I ought to keep out of their way. I decide that flying is a bit conspicuous and cone back to ground level. I realise that at ground level there are purple and animals being chased and corralled by the army types. I dice over and under and through various fences, some of which appear to be recently installed for the purpose of steering quarry into particular areas. By this time I'm feeling distinctly threatened and flight has been replaced with flight(!)

I see that some youngsters are dressed as of door a cross country run or some kind of wide game but there is a certain hunger games vibe to it. I duck under another fence, aware that another chap who had briefly been running alongside me was caught and injured quite badly (I "remember" that he's a friend and that he broke his arm in this conflict but I had dismissed it without realising the seriousness of the situation)

Having got through this particular fence, I appear to be outside the official area of the game but an site that in not yet out of danger. By this time I'm running on all fours like a rabbit. I Scrabble down a step slope, sliding down a really long strip of paper. For since treason I try to draw a picture of the joker (as in Batman) on the paper as I fly down it at speed and fell fairly pleased with the result.

At the bottom of the hill I scurry across a road and into a first. This road crossing and the first hundred feet or so of running through the forest repeat a couple of times, with larger bounds each time until I'm practically flying.

The final leap takes me over a broad shallow river that's flooded songs nearby fields, there's a dark foreboding leafless fittest ahead that I recognise as the scary forest in a story among the lines of watership down. Thankfully I land short of the forest. As I cone down o find there are a handful of other rabbits alongside me.

We have landed in a farm that is feeding up geese, ducks, and turkeys tour slaughter. We decide that here is as good a place as any to hide out for a bit, at least while it's not slaughtering time yet. The turkeys sing a cherry but morbid song about for their being fattened up for eating.

When slaughtering time comes, I escape with some other rabbits, the farm is closing down because it's been bought by an airline. We run away through the carpark but are chased by an employee who says that until we leave the property we're his and he's going to kill is. We get ocer the fence but he decides to keep chasing us.

We leap into the air and are flying over the black first again. The hunter man who now looks something like a fox is hanging of one of the other rabbits but we dislodge him and drop him into the dark forest

We start looking for somewhere to land. I suggest a lake I can see but we don't know of it's deep enough to land in. I point out that it has giant fish in it so it must be deep but we notice the fish don't look friendly and one is eating another. We've drifted lower and end up just stepping onto the roof of a weird farm like building containing some really weird jelly like lizard type things that leap about and on the other side some glowing shapes like capital letter H with one arm shorter than the rest

Wake to alarm for WBTB

Two guys are in bed together obviously quite enamoured of each other, one of them comments with a grin that tonight is "not a night for soup" which appears to be what would be on the menu if they didn't find each other on the menu.

The younger one takes offense at something the other one says and storms of in a huff. As we follow him into the next room along, it becomes apparent that this room is the ladies' room. It has the appearance of a rather lavish hotel room with a glorious cityscape view and super king bed which seems to be in good use by three young ladies who also seem to be somewhat fond of each other.

The grumpy guy from the first room huffs again because the girls seem to be having fun without him and don't seem all that keen on interrupting their activities to give sympathy to a grumpy drama queen. He stomps off but in not really paying much attention to him...

I'm riding a motorbike around a race track that has a couple of twinges of familiarity to it [when I wake up I recognise it as being similar to one in a dream I had a year or so ago] As I go around the track it alternates between being realistic and exhibiting various unlikely features, such as being very narrow, having junctions, going off-road and through bushes etc. Sometimes I'm catching up on other bikes, or even overtaking them, other times I get a corner wrong and lose ground. (One corner in particular surprises me by being a sudden narrow dirt track up a steep hill, with a hairpin and an un-signposted junction!)

[Gap - probably a micro awakening]

I'm in the canteen of the race track and I'm very excited to know that I've been selected as a wildcard entry in the MotoGP! I managed to qualify on the basis that I could keep up with the traffic, even though I was pretty inconsistent.

The canteen is full of motorcyclists and their various entourages - parents, managers, wags etc. I recognise a few faces, including some that I'm surprised to see here until I rationalise then as being friends of somebody less unexpected.

Everyone is wearing their leathers and boots and tucking into food and drink. I realise I haven't brought anything to eat and the race is about 40 minutes of concentration so I'll need to eat something. I pinch some left over bits from somebody else's snack but it's not very satisfying. I notice that there are some huge loaves of bread on the counter at the end of the canteen, but I notice just to late to take some because we all have to go and get ready to race.

As a total n00b, I haven't got my own leathers and bike, so I try to find out where I get kitted out. Eventually I end up with some rather fetching dayglow yellow leathers and an orange safety vest that I shove into a pocket on the thigh of my trousers. We're all jostling around trying to make sure we have or bikes and kit in order and so on. I realise I'm going to be starting from the back of the grid and on a weaker bike than most, but I'm still excited to be able to join in with Valentino Rossi (who I see on the grid) and I assume Marc Marquez is around somewhere nearby, too. I'm also quite pleased that at least in some parts of the track I'm quick enough to be competitive, though I'm a little nervous that I still don't know the track at all as well as I might.

Unfortunately, I wake up in the middle of the grid walk and miss out on racing! Boo!