I was trying to get to our hotel from the centre of Barcelona. Except it looked very flat and open. I was running for dear life though. It was Barca v Madrid and the fans were scrapping.
Barca fans were chucking rocks, cans, bottles and stones at anyone that wasn’t dressed as a Barca fan. I tried to say that I wasn’t even from spain and I supported Liverpool, but no one was interested.
I ran towards a bridge that carried trains overhead. As I ran under it I noticed a very foreboding shadow up ahead on the other side of the bridge. Walking towards this, I then saw the bottom of what looked like the biggest truck ever built.
As I got to it I saw a huge black lorry (as in a giant lorry, twice as big as normal size, but all in proportion), stuck across the road, suspended, with either end in a very large tree. It was swaying a little in the wind.
There was something deeply disconcerting about this sight, and I had to run underneath it to get to the road that lead to my hotel. I ran as fast as I could, but as ever in dreams that is not as fast as you really want to go.
Having arrived back at the hotel, I saw Tom England (RAOTL forum dweller, full time Liverpool fan, part time fat Stephane Henchoz), who was working at the Hotel we (Heather and I) were staying at, which was the Hotel Perycles (which is actually the hotel we stayed at in Sami, Kefalonia).
He was complaining cos he wasn’t getting paid enough cash, as he dug up a small hole in the garden and pulled out a box containing a wodge of tenners. Into this he placed about 60 more tenners. It was also pissing it down with rain and night time.
Later at the pool, I was playing GTA Vice City on a playstation portable. The control system was awful. I told the bloke who had given me it so, and he said, ‘yeah well its not finished’.
Somewhere in the middle of this, I was watching Star Wars Episode 3 (which as you all know isn’t out til May 2005). Apparently it was all Darth Bane’s fault (technically correct, as he was the first sith lord or something), but I don’t know why.
Now the scene had changed and I was driving a bus down a spanish version of Shaftsbury Avenue. I was telling the bloke who was at my side talking to me how i hadn’t been down here in years.
An old dear and a young woman and child started to just walk in front of the bus – not as in stepping out in front of, but literally walking in front like i was driving a herse. This was normal in spain the bloke told me. People walked in the roads – you had to give way if you were driving, and you couldn’t beep at them to get them to move.
As we reached the end of the road, there was a sharp bend, but I was still accelerating, and now I was sat on top of a very small bus speeding towards this corner. I put my foot on the floor and managed to miss a life size bus coming the other way round the corner.
All of a sudden I was at home and we needed to go to Tescos. Our kid, Mi Mam, and I walked to get there, and in the process walked over this massive long curving glass bridge. I pointed out that we must be in London as you could see the BT tower. Mi Mam said yes, but why is the York minster next to it? We got to Tescos and it looked like an office block.
I was now transported into a pub, with all mi Mam’s family there. Mary, Steven and Lowie were all playing some weird game involving one of those shit key rings that has a coil/spring on it to attach it to your belt.
Back in the safety of my old bedroom in York, our kid barged in with Sunderland manager Mick McCarthy, and Ed Knight (work collegue). They had just been to see Leeds at Elland road, and they had won 2-0, with a goal from Nick Barmby.
Manchester United had drawn with Charlton at Old Trafford, and the ITV pictures on final score showed the charlton players linking hands running towards their fans. Newcastle were losing.