And indeed I woke up the next morning with a vivid memory of another dream I'd just dreamt. (If you missed the previous "episodes" scroll down to the previous post):
I'm in a mine beneath the streets of London. There are others with me. In a recess in the floor there is a stop-cock of some kind. We try different spanners and various other tools but we are unable to turn it one way or the other. We give up and decide to leave. We agree to make our way North, to a location about half a mile away. Some time later I realize I'm alone and walking in the wrong direction. To make up lost time I decide to hail a cab. At first I think the cabman has seen me and is going to stop for me: but he doesn't. He's already carrying a fare. Fortunately, he stops to drop his fare off not far away and I run to catch him. He agrees to take me to my destination but produces a long form that needs to be filled in before he can do so...
6 years ago