SammyTheSnake

Fragment 1: I'm following some kind of national infrastructure route, it feels like a new system perhaps foir delivering some new form of power but doedsn't follow any preexisting distribution network. I'm following a line into Wales from the WEst Midlands and can see the branching structure on a map.

Fragment 2: I'm in a car on a bridge heading downhill from the high point of the bridge toward what looks like a toll gate at the bottom of the slope. The bridge is wide, perhaps four or six lanes, and traffic is at a standstill. I hed down the hard shoulder and somebody in the car is apparently nervouis that I might hit the other cars as I pass, so I prove the point by driving so as to just clip my wing mirror on the bollards that line the other side of the gap I'm going through.

Fragment 3:
I'm in a car going around a roundabout, it feels familiar, I think from a dream of a few years back. I'm directing somebody else driving and tell them which exit to take, but they miss it and as we go past it becomes clear that it's more complicated than I thought because immediately adjacent to the exit we need to take, there is another exit that goes onto the wrong carriageway, and a third exit that leads onto a narrow old road that used to service the rouge. This third exit is precipitously steep, totally infeasible, but still offered as an option at the junction!

I'm on a train platform in drizzle, burdened with large bags and a pushchair or pram, waiting for somebody getting off to get on with it so I can get on. He dithers and then gallantly offers to let me on first, which is less helpful than just getting out of my way, but I can't really refuse the gesture.

I clamber aboard awkwardly and squeeze through the doors and vestibule into the carriage. There aren't many spare seats but I find one that's blocked by a collapsible pushchair that hasn't been collapsed. I cram my bags into a luggage rack and collapse the offending furniture to get it out of the way. I half collapse my own pushchair before remembering that I need it for the baby.

I start settling down as the train starts moving. Once I get over the faff of getting onto the train I attend to the baby. The baby is a blond boy who looks a bit old to be in a pushchair, perhaps 2 1/2, though somewhat smaller and slightly built than Harriet. I get the impression that he's called Arthur or something similar, though he looks a little reminiscent of a friend's nipper called Jonno.

I realise that the drizzle on the platform has left his flannelette clothes a bit wet and he's been patiently and quietly sitting and not complaining. I apologise and bustle around grabbing a towl and drying his hair and hands and ask him if he would rather I took his top off to dry him or leave it on, he says he wants me to leave the top on with language skills that again seem a bit advanced for a kid in a pushchair, perhaps 4.
I make a game of drying him by making silly noises and tickling and such to cheer him up after being soggy and chilly.

Behind the pushchair I spot CM looking frustratedly around and muttering under his breath that it's going to take him over an hour to get to work, he grumps through the door to the next carriage and out of sight and I return to Arthur, deciding that his clothese are now dry enough that I don't need to change him into fresh ones.

I'm at some kind of conference in a hotel. I'm supposed to be leaving to get to a meeting I have at nine but my bag has gone missing. I vault over an upright piano that's in the foyer, then I try to pack some of my gubbins in the piano. I have akey to lock the back panel onto the piano after stuffing the space behind with clothes and shoes and suitcases etc. I also have a key for the flap that covers the keyboard, but the lock is broken, so that's not much use.

I find some of my stuff that needs packing hidden on top of a cupboard and complain to the guy who put it there that I'm likely to lose stuff if he puts it in random places like that.

I spot a car behind the cupboard and think "oh yeah, my other car" but it's only a remote control toy and the key in my pocket is just the remote.

Dream: Sex with AW
I'm in an odd place that combines a large space somewhat reminiscent of a school sports hall with rooms that feel much more like parts of a home than anything I'd expect to see attached to a sports hall.

I explore various rooms and after a bit of looking around bump into AW (a girlfriend from years ago) I'm pleased to see her and we chat for a bit, reminiscing about various amusing memories.

At some point during the conversation the scene changes and were lying side by side on a couch, still just talking bollocks. We both start falling asleep and she snuggles up to me, tangling her legs around mine. I start panicking, realising that this situation isn't quite what I had thought. I'm trying to process through what the implications are, trying to decide if it's OK to rekindle an old flame, whether it's OK to sleep with her so soon, whether it's OK not to have any protection etc. All this is a somewhat hurried thought process as we are now both naked and the sofa has opened out into a bed and she's climbing on board and making eye contract in a way that leaves no room for misinterpretation.

Skipping forward a chapter, I'm skulking around the odd hybrid sports hall / house, it's night time and I'm naked, still evidently pleased to see AW and looking for something when AW's dad bimbles around a corner. He doesn't seem all that suspicious to see me naked here, though he does seem puzzled as to why I suddenly curl up into a boner concealing ball. AW then comes around the corner wearing nothing but a smile and the fact that she's so comfortable with the situation seems to satisfy her dad's curiosity.

Fragment:
Mum is getting confused by the bread machine, and I'm explaining it to her