Had an oddish dream. Not about the pokemon.

I was back at school. Again with the school! And on this day I’d had art and IT. But now we were all standing outside. There was some talking but I don’t remember it. Then we went on a school trip and we had to catch 2 trains. At the second one from New St to Brixton, I dropped a carton of apple juice and it flew off (it must’ve been light and windy) and landed on the tracks. But someone went and got it for me and I was happy.

Then we were at a shopping centre and playing truth or dares. I was dared to go into a shop and dance. Which I did. Then later I was dared the same thing so I did, but this time they called security, which was staff from Santander.

They took me away and into the waiting room at the BBC. A guy came and fetched me and gave me a tour as if I was an intern. There were “all sorts of rooms. Art studio. Drama studio. Music studio.”
In one of the meetings he demonstrated how they had walkie talkie type devices in there. Then he took me to the music studio and I couldn’t help but try the big grand piano. I played a bit of a song by Bach in C Minor. And the guy, who was also called Ben, slapped my hands and told me not to play it. The piano was just for display.

So then we walked and talked. He asked if I composed, I said I write comedy songs. He said that was good and asked to listen to a few. I played him some and he liked them.

And then I got the job. Don’t know what job. But it was at the BBC so I was happy.