Had a good dream last night. It started that my family and I – including my brother, mother and grandparents – were going on holiday. Lee took us in his car, so it was a bit squashed. We arrived at a big field, where we were to take part in a team building course. There was a pretty small obstacle course, but at the end was a massive wooden log that we would have to climb and stand at the top of to prove we weren’t afraid of heights. Sadly we never got to do any of the obstacle course, because the instructor just kept shouting at us to make him things out of wood. After the course, we went back to the hotel.

Some things happened at the hotel, but I can’t remember any of them. I believe it was something to do with food.

Lee was again driving us home, only this time in a van and instead of our family, it was a bunch of old people in wheelchairs. As they slowly made their way into the van, I noticed that the whole right side of the fairly worn van was just a sheet of plastic. Clearly this vehicle had seen better days. Lee warned everyone that we couldn’t go too fast because the van was likely to tip over. Fortunately it didn’t.

Lee dropped me off at an arena where I met up with Mike and went to see a basketball game. It was a good game. At the half way point, they challenged someone in the audience to play. They used to do this when I went to see the Birmingham Bullets years ago and I actually did go down and try to shoot, but because I was so small it was virtually impossible. Anyway, back to the dream and I played terribly. I kept dropping the ball or passing it to the opponent. This annoyed me. They’d even lowered the baskets down to knee hight so that I didn’t even have to try, but still I didn’t score. I got close at one point, but as the ball landed in the basket, a young child knocked over the stand, revealing that the base was filled with vodka.

It was at this point I woke up. However, because it was a Saturday and it was early, I was able to go back to sleep and continue dreaming. I’m so glad I did.

The next part of the dream took place in a big estate house, where we were visiting some posh people. One of them gave my mother a gift. It was a pink ring with a rose in the middle made by Karkaroff Tchaikovsky that was apparently worth a lot of money. We then went into the music room where I discovered that the daughter of the posh woman was none other than Laura from work. She showed me some of her instruments, including a grand piano and a rack of small stringed instruments that included a mandolin, a lute, a banjolele, several ukuleles and a pocket u-bass. Now, a u-bass is a bass guitar the size of a soprano ukulele, so a pocket u-bass is about half that size. Obviously something that small can’t have such deep notes, so instead it had buttons. I asked if I could play it and she said I could, so I managed to quickly work out the notes to Rock Lobster, which really impressed her. She played me a piece on the piano that she’d written and her butler played a song on the spoons.