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Ticket to the end

I’m in another version of the world I usually live in. It feels like another dimension. Everything is different, the colours, the smells, even the emotions feel altered.

Everyone is walking in the same direction, down a long village road. The village is densely populated and there are brick buildings in every direction. I want to get to the destination first, I need some tickets.

At the desk a man is telling me how much everything will be.

“At the end that will cost 2000.”

I start counting hundred ‘bills’ onto the counter.

“The bus ticket will also cost 2000.”

I know that thousands for a bus ticket would usually be too much but I also know that I’m in a different reality and accept it.

Counting it out I see that I am probably going to be a bit short, I need this trip and there is no other option.

“You need to leave now, the bus is about to leave.” he says.

I start counting quicker.

“You don’t understand you need to leave now! Right this second now! Go!”

I keep a couple of notes and throw the rest across the counter knowing I’ve underpaid and start running.

The bus is leaving and I wave it down, luckily it stops.

The bus is shaped like a normal bus but where the windows should be are 6ft arched windows with no glass. There are no seats and people are standing trying not to fall off the bus.

As we drive we see poor people walking in our direction, these are the people who couldn’t afford the bus.

I find myself jumped off the bus and feel an instant feeling of fear as I realise that I shouldn’t have got off yet.

<em>I don’t even remember getting off, why did I get off??</em>

Continuing to walk in the direction of the bus, I see it is getting further and further away but still in sight.

I see a boy with a push scooter.

“I want to buy your scooter.” I say as I give him the remaining bills in my pocket.

“This is only 400.” he says.

At this point I don’t care and just ride off on the scooter down the road.

Passing the bus, I decide to keep going.

Soon there are no people and no cars. Just me on a sunny suburban street.

I think I’ve gone too far, I should have just followed the bus.

Three men and one boy are all looking in my direction. They are all dressed in black suits, a black hat and black sunglasses. One of the men is standing to the right of the others and is not wearing sunglasses, he seems to struggle to know who to follow. The other three are striking identical poses, similar to how models pose, lead by the boy.

In complete silence albeit the sound of shoes moving on the gravel between poses, the boy takes his hand out of his pocket and puts it on his hip, so do the other three men.

He turns the other direction, looks down at the ground to check his position and then slowly looks up, as do the others following his lead.

This happens a few more times before the three of them look at the man without shades.

“Who are YOU?” one of the men says.

The questioned man looks embarrassed.

“What the hell are YOU doing here?”

Indoor mountain rocks

I’m with my cousin Nick who is challenged to a dance off by a teenage boy. Nick agrees but runs away. I pay £80 for a round of drinks for my Mum and Dad and I feel a bit sick that I’ve spent so much so quickly.

I go looking for Nick and find him at football park where many five a side games are being played. Nick is looking for the secret passage that we have to go through.

Nick is talking to a player that has just been subbed; he’s trying to find out if he knows where the passage is.

“I’m actually a scout for Manchester City.” Nick says.

Confused why he thinks he has to lie to find out, I ask someone who looks like they work at the park. He points to a building in the centre of the park that has a cave in the wall.

“Everyone knows where the passage is, it’s the first thing you learn when you join.” The man says.

I signal to Nick and we go into the cave.

There are no steps but a maze of large damp rocks that we are climbing up. It gets really tight and I start to think I might get stuck.

We finally get to the top and there is a steep wooden rope bridge going up towards a mountain where my parents are at still enjoying the drinks I bought.

I start going across the bridge but my legs start moving really slowly. I can’t move and just lay on the bridge trying not to fall off.

Snowy beach

I’m at a beach house and the streets are dusted with sand.

There are a group of people playing basketball and I want to play but the last time I touched the ball someone punched me in the face.

Me and my friend know we shouldn’t but we interrupt the game and start throwing the ball around. I run into the house and go upstairs, I can see a giant tidal wave coming in the distance.

I slide down a white flag and run towards the beach where my dad is with a Jamaican man throwing a frisbee around.

There are loads of boomerangs on the sand and I pick one up and throw it towards the ocean. It comes back at me and hits my hand quite hard but doesn’t really hurt. The Jamaican man says something to me but he is really small, about the size of the Frisbee and I can’t hear what he’s saying.

There is a blanket of snow on the beach and I can see sand sprinkled on top.

Everyone I can see has buttons where their eyes should be and are all looking for round objects to throw around.

Ants in my pants and senseless shaving (warning, not a nice one)

I’m in the corner of a room and to get to the exit I need to walk through the moving floor.

The floor isn’t actually moving, but due to the billions of ants cover it, it just appears to be.

To avoid stepping on any ants, I keep my shoes on the floor surface and slide across the ground as I walk; the floor of ants are up to about an inch over my ankle.

I finally get to the end of the room and walk out the room. I jog over to a clear area and brush the ants off my trousers; I can feel something in my ass.

I start farting out ants which then start crawling out my ass unassisted and down my leg and making a pile on the floor; the ants are about an inch long.

Terrified, I just stand their feeling helpless and sick as one by one they start crawling out. I feel horrified when I look down and see the size of the pile on the floor which is about he size of a football.

Praying that each one is the last one, they slow down but are still coming out; I pull my trousers down and I can see my thighs moving.

I feel crawling under the skin on my thighs and I start making desperate crying sounds as I run my palms down firmly and slowly my legs as if I’m squeezing the last bit of toothpaste out of a tube.

I run to a toilet and the whole room is made of wood and it is dripping and very damp. There is a man dressed like a farmer in a dark corner standing near the cubicles. I go into one and I can see him looking at me through the planks of wood surrounding the toilet stacked up making the see through walls.

I wake up (actually) and have four very big farts.

Asleep again, I am looking at a clock and feel shocked when I realise I haven’t packed yet and my parents are waiting for our taxi. I’m not at home but an airport which has our kitchen in it.

My clothes are still drying and I don’t want to pack wet clothes. My Auntie Trish is talking with my mum and they’re looking at a tiny woolen hat which says ‘Granddad Joe’ on it; referring to my friend Joe.

I’m now not really part of the dream but watching it from an outsider. I’m watching a woman trying to hold back her pain as she shaves her face.

Shaking with cuts all over her face, she tears up as she puts more shaving cream on and grits her teeth as she starts shaving again. She doesn’t say anything, but I know that she’s doing it so that people will think her boyfriend beats her so she can get on the flight for free.

Back in the dream, I’m in my kitchen frying some cauliflower; I add some eggs and turn it over.

Eating it, I’m trying hard to remember not to forget the new 6 pack of socks I just bought.

Swimming cats and birds with bandanas

I’m at the edge of the sea and the sun is setting.

Ankle deep in the warm sea, I feel a bit scared that we can’t see what’s under the water.

I think there might be sharks but feelings of excitement outweigh my fear and I just want to get in the water.

In the distance, completely black clouds are emerging from a grey sky.

It is pitch black now and I am swimming in the dark water with two people I don’t know.

Larger than normal cats come to the surface from under the water and start swimming around us playfully.

I get out of the sea and go upstairs to my old bedroom at my parents house.

It is daytime now but the sky is completely black. My family are downstairs and we all know we have to stay inside. It feels a bit like in the movie Day after tomorrow when they couldn’t go outside because something odd was happening with the weather.

Looking into the garden through my window, I see a shivering bird land with a folded bandanna on it’s back.

It shakes off the bandana, which is actually three bandanas, and starts folding them individually with his wings.

Two more birds land in the garden and the first bird helps put the bandanas on the backs of the other birds before putting the last one on his own.

A huge tortoise climbs over the fence at the end of the garden and the three birds start attacking it.

I run down stairs screaming:

“Help the tortoise!”

Even though it is very dangerous to go outside, my primary concern is that my family will think I’m one of those nature loving save the whales kind of person.

Now in the garden, my girlfriend is helping me scare the birds away. The tortoise starts chasing us both around the garden before jumping into a extremely small tube it shouldn’t be able to fit into.

What the duck

I’m walking along a road and a duck is walking beside me.

It’s making a noise but doesn’t sound duck like, more like a human grunt.

Then it speaks:

“Oh for fuck sake.”

Shocked, I grab my girlfriend’s camera, it is really heavy and bendy like rubber. I’m trying really hard not to drop it as I try to record a video of the duck who keeps talking; it seems pissed off about something.

“Jesus Christ!” it says.

We are on our way somewhere and need to be there so can’t follow the duck as he turns a corner but I still film him walking away as he continues to make fed up remarks.

“This is absolutely ridiculous.” I hear him say faintly in the distance.

Me, Inga, and Mike are sitting around a table; Mike is on his phone. I slip Inga a note.

‘Ask Mike to upload the images to Instagram, otherwise he’ll never learn.’ the note says.

Mike ignores her and walks away and starts asking people if they know any good Jazz bands.

I then decide to print the images of the duck.

I press print but there is an error message. I walk into the printer room and the printer is floating in the middle of the room but is disassembled. The rest of the parts are scattered around the room and my dad seems to be trying to fix them.

“If the brother calls, tell him we can do the sandwiches for free for the funeral.” he says.

Confused, I don’t respond to the request and just ask him to put the printer back together because I need to print the images. The room starts to spin and I’m desperately trying to hold onto a chair before being flung off.

As I walk back to the computer to print again I get a phone call from a very famous football player’s brother (don’t feel comfortable mentioning his name).

“Hi this *****’s brother just calling about the pizzas for the funeral.”

I now realised that the football player had died and the brother is calling to arrange funeral food.

Although I am extremely shocked that this football player has died, I seem more concerned that my dad agreed free sandwiches and not free pizzas.

(Every time I dream I am on the phone, the person on the other end says one sentence and then responds with just one word to everything I say and I always feels like I’m talking out loud out of my dream)

Trying to speak quietly so I don’t speak loudly in my bed, I am basically speaking nonsense in a whisper because I don’t know what to say. He then stops speaking and so do I; we are now both not saying anything and I’m holding a phone in silence.

Drunk Canada loving Tyler and some crazy Russians

My brother Adam is staying the night at our friend Tyler’s house. We haven’t seen Tyler since moving back to England 14 years ago. Adam phones me and tells me they’re playing all the fun games we used to play at sleep overs; I can’t join them because I’m at work.

He asks me if I want to go with them to the £1 photo shoot they’re going to tomorrow but I can’t, again because of work.

My boss has just gone on lunch and I decide to sneak away and try to meet them for a bit.

In the distance I see Adam, Tyler, and a few people from a place I use to work at walking down the street.

Tyler has no shirt on and is drunk swigging from a can of beer. As he passes I hear him singing the Canadian national anthem.

“O Canada, our home and native land!”

I pat him on the back as he passes and say:

“So you’ve become one of those.”

I end up walking up some stairs looking for a toilet. I can see a door with a sign saying:

‘Mens Room’

One more floor up is another door with a sign saying:

‘Mens Room – for sissys’

I go in the first one and go straight to the cubical because I see two suspicious looking men watching me as I walk in.

I hear them talking in what sounds like Russian. I think they’re talking about me and I get scared and climb out the window.

I climb down to a garden and see a woman in a long white dress. I tell her to run because of the Russian men who are watching us from the window.

We hide under a bush but the men see us.

They have all somehow moved down the street and are backing the woman into a corner.

I am far enough away from them to not be able to hear what they’re saying but close enough to see that the men are speaking to her as they slowly walk towards her.

The woman says something to them and both men stop walking towards her, get on their knees and start bowing.

“No way! She’s royalty.” A voice says.

I walk into a shop and two teenage boys are rummaging through a basket of sword handles, signing their name on each one with a black marker.

The shop assistant sees them doing this and asks them to stop.

“You get them for free so we can claim them for free.” says one of the boys confidently.

I feel a rage building. In my mind it feels like one of the boys seems to represent the new generation of internet kids/hipsters that think they have the world figured out and do it their own way; this angers me.

The boy puts one of the sword handles in his pocket and the shop assistant doesn’t see him do it. I don’t say anything because I don’t want to be an uncool adult.

As I walk away he trips me up.

I grab him by the shirt and pull him to the ground. I start punching him in the face repeatedly, I can feel my fist hitting the ground through his head.

War and Earth

I’m in Japan, and the world is at war with them.

Everybody is trying to get into the same hotel. The lobby is packed with shouting people being held back by security and outside the crowd is growing.

I don’t work at the hotel but I have some kind of immunity that gives me access everywhere, like a detective on a crime scene.

Only people with bookings are allowed to have a room but people are still trying to get in. One Japanese man downstairs claims to have just checked out of the hotel but has forgotten his camera. I’m in his room preparing a special hotel bag for him to collect his belongings, I know his plan but I don’t care. He’s not there to collect anything he owns but to steal what he can. I place the empty bag on his bed with written instructions to put what he takes in the bag to avoid getting caught.

I don’t leave when he comes and watch him read the note. He looks up and smiles before starting to clean out the room.

In the room also is my girlfriend’s laptop.

“If the war ever ends, please bring this back.” I say.

I don’t care, possessions don’t seem to matter right now.

He nods and shakes my hand; I trust him.

I’m outside and next to the hotel is a crumbling building; I have a photo of this image too but I’m confused that the two images don’t match. I walk off under a tunnel of bamboo with people seeking shelter to try and find the exact angle which I can’t.

I come across an elderly Japanese man and his daughter sitting at a table. He has a very long neck and is kind of floating above us. I ask him about his beliefs regarding the culture and alcohol.

His daughter tries to stop me asking him but I’ve already asked and she puts her face in her hands as he starts to talk.

I don’t know what he’s saying but he hands me a smooth ball which is the earth. It doesn’t just look like the earth it is the actual earth.

I zoom in like you can on Google earth and can see land and moving oceans.

The noise

I’m walking down a long dark corridor. The rooms I pass are damp but not cold or uncomfortable, I’m actually quite relaxed but this feeling doesn’t last for long.

There a quite a few of us walking towards the same room; we have no choice but to go to this room. We have to show in our books that we attempted to find the dreaded noise.

In the room there are three volume controls; the crowd, the commentators, and the game. Each sound harmless on it’s own but together in a particular order reveals something unthinkable. I feel terrified to try and find the combination we are all looking for but I know something nobody else knows; the combination.

Each of the three controls needs to be at a certain level to hear the noise. Nobody knows that I know, and what’s more terrifying is that not only am I the only one who knows how to find it, I’m also the only one who knows what it will sound like.

As I turn the nobs, I am surrounded by fear and what feels like a physical presence in the room.

I am close, I hear it faintly; waking up. At this point I have at least attempted to find the noise, if I left now I would have enough time to escape before they discover that I didn’t find it on purpose.

I can’t do it. The attempt is recorded in my book and I leave.

I’m not far down the corridor before I see people behind me, following me. The people I approach are looking at me, I take a turn and go up some stairs.

As I get higher the dampness turns into a stream, and then a flood. I am now battling against a knee high flow of water, only one very large muscle bound man is following me now, screaming at me to stop.

The stairs are curved, like something in a castle. I reach the top and enter an area with no room; crackling electrical equipment is scattered everywhere. A giant leaking water tank which appears to be larger than the room is hanging above me.

“Give me your book!” the man screams.

He seems reluctant to near any further and stays at the top of the stairs; I can’t see his legs as they are under the flood of water which is now like a river.

The water tank creaks and is about to burst, the man sees this and runs at me for the book.

Just before he reaches me the tank bursts and we are covered in what feels like an ocean of water.

Watch out for flowers and don’t ruin your bus ticket

I’m upstairs at my parents house and my brother and dad are calling for me to cut the grass.

I really don’t want to but I come downstairs to help them with the gardening. They are both just standing in the conservatory looking at a tangled mower cable. I start trying to untangle the long cable; eventually I untangle it and start mowing the grass with what feels like an out of control mower.

Somehow, I am crossing over into our neighbor’s garden and back to our’s without disturbing the wooden fence dividing the gardens. My neighbors, Jean and Frank, and their daughters, are crouched down together tending to a single flower. They don’t seem to notice me and are not bothered by the very loud, and large, machine that seems to be getting bigger by the second narrowly missing them all. I have absolutely no control now and am trying desperately to keep hold of the mower which is destroying all the flowers in both gardens cutting down everything besides the grass which remains long.

The three of us are now on a bus and for some reason I have my tongue in the middle of my bus ticket. I don’t know why I am doing this but feel like I am normal doing it.

The bus drives stops at our destination and turns around before letting anyone off and goes back to where we were picked up. My dad goes to the ticket office to get a refund on our tickets because we ended up where we started.

I can’t get a refund on my ticket because my tongue hole has destroyed the bar code and price of the ticket.