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I dream that I wake up and it's the future.

Of course this happens regularly, every day when you wake up it is the future, but in this dream the future is three months beyond the time I went to sleep. An old old housemate comes in, whom we shall name 'BitchX' and she is shocked to see me.

I fully realise the horror of something like this happening, I learn that all my friends and my girlfriend have long gone, having given up waiting for me and now this evil woman who hates me is packing up all my stuff because she's bought the house! She's going to throw it all away!

We argue of course, but there's real fear here, I feel the mounting panic, something I've never felt before, not in real life, at least not since doing a stall turn in a rattly old Chipmunk in fourth year RAF camp. The loneliness washes in. Everybody's dead Dave.

I realise I must get back to the present as soon as possible...

I dream I'm in a game, it's a game in the real world, like a day trip to a National Trust property, only there is a frightening mystery. I get ahead of the others and find out the dark secret, but then have to go back and tutor them through the opening stages.

We end up in some sort of beach scenario where a naked woman is crying - watching her is a kind of guilty pleasure but I see an amazing storm in the sky. There are two big clouds with a huge, beautiful and deadly fork of lightning arcing between them. I fumble for my camera, struggle with the light settings...

I seem to have a great need, a strong desire to get my socks out of a trunk which is on a boat out on the choppy sea. I am derided for the size of the trunk, we are only away for the weekend and I have everything in there. I grab the socks and watch, horror struck as the boat pitches and my trunk slides into the ocean. Getting back to shore is a race against time and the boat, which is a tanker appears to bear down on me faster than I can swim...

I know what this all means, the 'future' thing is a result of watching Heroes, which is a great TV series and my brain just put it into a myLife sort of context. The game is from, well a lot of my dreams are about games - since I like playing them (NOT mind games) and the context is related to the National Trust properties I visited over the Easter weekend. The storm could be anything I suppose and I love my camera.

I've no idea about the socks! Some things will have to remain a mystery.