It all begins in a hotel where I'm holidaying with my aunt, I think. I want to sleep but there's someone outside on the balcony. We go out in our pijamas and there's a real crowd outside. It's a terribly hot night and many can't sleep, and they are sitting around in wicker chairs around the hotel and along the road. I try to get back but suddenly my legs are very heavy: and yet I must hurry, because someone could get into my room! On top of it, I find myself in a crowd of Japanese teenagers and try to go through the lobby without being too rude to them.
Then I'm holidaying in a camper with two friends, none of them the actual owner of the camper in real life. We park on a beach and then discover we can't leave the beach. The guy goes away and we find him later while we're trying to walk over rocks and under bridges and across small streams. "You're late," he says. We shout at him. But then my other friend turns to me and says: "You're always the same! Couldn't you watch while you got on the camper?" I am clueless. She drags me back to the camper and shows me that up on the "attic" windows (lots of windows, the camper looks like a Gothic cathedral) are stains and scratches. But how on earth could I have made them? I have enough of people being unfair to me, and throw pebbles at her. I miss.
Woke up all cheerful at HALF PAST SEVEN. Grunt. It's Saturday! Oh well, it means I slept OK. |