Dreamland

What a strange dream I had last night.  There were a bunch of people being taken to China in a lorry to be sold as slaves and I volunteered to go too (it's fun in my head). The truck was one of those with holes in the side that they use to transport animals and the only thing in the back was hay for us to lie on. It was so crowded that we all had to lie down and spoon to fit in.

 When we got to China all the other slaves turned into the people in my creative writing workshop and me and another girl, Kirsty, got arrested because we had done something wrong, although neither of us had any idea what. Our trial was in some kind of weird arena that had an absolutely massive bouncy castle maze/obstacle course in it. We stood outside the bouncy castle facing this table full of Chinese men. I can't remember what they said but I know it was complete gibberish and I still had no idea what we were supposed to have done. 

 Eventually the men decided that either me or Kirsty had to die, but they couldn't decide which so we had to go into the bouncy castle bit and fight to the death. We had some time to prepare so we went up some stairs at the side of the room and suddenly we were in our lecture theatre. I said that I would go and be killed so Kirsty didn't need to worry about anything. Then Dan, someone else from workshop group, came up and hugged me and wouldn't let me go. He said "When I left that first workshop and I tried to think of the nice people, all I could remember was you and Kirsty. That's why I went and bought that chocolate bar for you." (He didn't, he bought me a drink because I asked, but never mind) when he let me go he was crying, but he went and leaned on the lectern and said something about his contact lenses hurting. 

 They called for us to go down to the fight and I went down on my own. The Chinese men were impressed that I had volunteered so they said that if I survived the maze I wouldn't have to die. 

 The maze was remarkably easy. As soon as I got in this giant inflatable hand came up behind me and started pushing me through faster than I could have walked. There were things rolling from side to side across where I was supposed to walk but the hand just pushed me through and took all the force.

 I was pushed back to the beginning then a girl appeared next to me (as people do in dreams) and said we had to do the number test. There was a board on the wall with different coloured numbers on and then a man came into the bouncy castle and started twisting his body into really weird shapes. The girl explained that we had to guess which number the man was making before he got his body completely into the shape. I guessed 5 but the judges came in and said no, it was 2 because he was bending his leg backwards not forwards.

  Then I woke up. Seriously, it is fun in my head!

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