Dreams are boring but the one I had the other night has stayed with me. It felt like it lasted for ages and was real. We were in London, there was a big old rocket launch going on nearby that we could see from where we were stood. The rocket was mostly gold and the size of a building. The launch went wrong, it broke into bits on takeoff and crashed into the city, obviously an enormous disaster. This meant we had to escape quickly to the airport, but I'd forgotten my phone, so went back for it and then head to the airport. Then I was mugged, but really really slowly. I knew I had nothing to take, because I hadn't got my phone yet. I was trying to get away from my attackers but everything was moving in super slow motion. I was so convinced it was real I was confused but pleased to wake up. First thing I did was check my phone was there. And it was. The end.
Paul Clarke's blog - I live in Hythe near Folkestone. Wed + father to two, I'm a full stack web engineer, + I do js / Node, some ruby, python, php etc. I like pubbing, running, eating, home-automation + other diy stuff, history, family tree stuff, TV, squirrels, pirates, lego, + TIME TRAVEL.