Driving through Whitland in the rain was fun if a little bit scary. I was skidding around like It’s A Knockout but with cars!
The weather meant that I didn’t have much chance to check out some of the finer points of the area, and it was getting too dark to take any pictures, so I found and a bed and a breakfast hotel and checked in.
When I finally got up to my room I was bloody knackered! I’d only had a few hours sleep since my three-pint binge and I felt like my head was swimming in a ditch… I decided the best cures for this would be a lovely viewing of A Cinderella Story.
Before I knew it, I’d bloody passed out and I was having a dream. Basically, me and a friend were travelling across South America on motorbikes. I don’t know what we were looking for, but every now and then we’d stop and help out the local people. You know what? It felt lovely, like Lovejoy but with help instead of antiques.
Anyway, I really, really liked helping people (I wanted to be a doctor as a child but mother said that was the devil’s job) and eventually we were made dictators of this village. Then they took us to a secret warehouse where there were stored millions and millions of t-shirts all in my image:
I woke up in a cold sweat and calmed my nerves with a game on the online casino. I had a couple of sandwiches and eventually slept.
Perhaps I should keep a dream diary in future and try and keep track of what’s going on when I sleep! Normally I just dream about the kids at school – not in that way haha!!!