First I was at school and I was thinking about what flooring I'd put down if it was my house. Wood, although it looks nice, wouldnt work because of all the slopes in the floor. I decided I might just try bare concrete. I was by the roundabout and there was some sort of treasure hunt going on because someone ran up to the office with a sword (real, not fake) and the person in the office took it and measured it against an aerial photograph/map he had on the wall next to him but handed it back shaking his head to the disappointment of the other person. Then I was in my house on the stairs battling with someone. We were kind of dressed as knights but some of the outfit looked suspiciously like the grey pinafore from primary school. We didn't have any shields or swords but we did have a barbers razor and we were slashing at each other with these, all the time on the stairs, It was strange because at one point it was like a film and there was Rammstein music playing and I was trying to intimidate my enemy by shouting the lyrics at him. We carried on slashing at each other. I kept getting his slashing arm which was a bit shredded by now (mostly his clothes, not so much his skin). I tried going for his face but for some reason I couldn't damage it (we weren't wearing helmets). I asked him why and he said it was due to tough scar tissue all over his face. We both had wings. I managed to cut off one of his wings and I went downstairs to the kitchen where there was a wing expert. I yanked off one of my wings and I asked him which were better, mine or my enemie's. He said something cryptic like "They each have their own special powers" so I got him to put mine back on again and went back to the stairs to slash again. Then we decided to go outside and we fought in the street. I can't really remember what happened then but later he went inside and came back with a baked potato and sat down on the grass to eat it. I went inside because I wanted a potato too.
Dad and I owned this thing which was like helicopter blades that you strapped to your back and you could fly. I wanted to put these on but dad said I couldn't because the helicopter's "spirit" had to go away. I put them on anyway but I couldn't fly. Then a friend and I were going to a party which appeared to be in the location of our school. We took our usual route and were surprised to see giant swastikas drawn on the footpath nearby. I think I was on my bike. When we got to the party my friend went off to talk to people but I wasn't at all happy because I didn't like partys. I went into the back garden which was a bit of a dump. There was an outhouse and loads of rubbish and graffiti and lots of other shit strewn about the garden. Suddenly one of the maths teachers from my school (named Mr. Looney) appeared. He was selling cocaine and heroin. He asked if i wanted some and I said no. But somehow a bottle of blue and red pills ended up in my hand. I definately didn't buy them. I went back into the party and examined the pills. Mr. Looney had said in the garden to other people who bough these pills "for gods sake, don't take them all at once!!" There was about 20 in the bottle. I didn't know what they were but I took four anyway. I didn't swallow them whole - instead I chewed them and they made a nice crunching sound. After a while I got fed up with the party and decided to leave. I went out the front but had difficulty getting up the steps due to the drugs. My bike was at the top leaning against a wall. Suddenly I was in an underground train station and my geography teacher was there, going to a supermarket check-out even though there wasn't a supermarket there. I nearly had my bike stolen. Then I was at home taking more of the pills - one at a time. I learned that they were amphetamines. Then I was living somewhere in London with my dad. We lived in a shithole area in a damp apartment where you had to go through a crappy electronics shop to get to the stairs. I got dragged around the place with dad and his friend all day but I got annoyed and went back to the apartment, only I didn't have the key. I had bought some chips and white lemonade and sat down on a wall next to some low-lifes with shiney greasy skin. I got bored of that too and left, leaving my purchaces behind, which the low-lifes probably dived on. I think I was looking for some of my pills which I had hidden underwater in someone's front garden. I couldn't find them. I went down a sidestreet and eventually came to a paved area. This place was a bit like a maze as it winded behind tall walls. After a while I could see the horizon. It was completely flat and featureless right up to the horizon line except that it was paved as far as they eye could see. There were houses and washing lines next to where I was standing. A woman came out of the nearest house. She was speaking a language I couldn't understand but one of her sentences ended in "slovak" which told me she was Slovakian. I spoke to her in English. She said in English that she couldn't speak it but she could speak French. So we had a conversation in French - she told me that her husbands name was Robert. Then I was in a bookshop browsing and the man at the counter looked at me and said "beautiful". I didn't like him after that so I left the shop.