Had a weird, quite scary dream last night. I was on this big field and there was some big celebration with loads of people there. And they started a firework display. Now, I don’t like fireworks in real life, so I didn’t like the idea of them in my dream. And now I know why.

Because as the fireworks started I cowered behind someone and then said “I’m going” and ran off the field. But as I ran the fireworks started coming back down to the field and set it on fire. Big patches of giant flames everywhere. It looked very expensive to do in CGI. And for a brief moment I was caught in a circle of frames, but then I managed to escape by blowing on one to make an exit. So I ran off the field and turned back to see the whole field covered in fire.

Later that day we went back to the burnt field and found that everyone who was there had died. We found charred remains of bones and watches.

It turned out that the fireworks had been tampered with by none other than the Germans, who had declared war on us with this assault.

So we went back and hid in a big building, a museum if you will, where I queued up with my nan who talked about jigsaw puzzles. And it was very frightening. Not the jigsaws, I mean the waiting around until the Germans attacked. Then, after waiting for about half an hour, I saw a German man outside hiding. So I alerted one of the soldiers and he said, in the same voice as mother’s, “It’s 8:25… Lee, it’s 8:25!”

That was when I was woken by mother shouting to Lee what time it was.

I reckon your mind knows you’re just about to be woken, so it gets to a really exciting bit just before it ends. In this case, the German soldier outside.