I had a dream that I borrowed my friend's mobile phone so that I could go on tour with the Rolling Stones. Keith Richards was fixing mirror tiles to a bathroom in Newtyle and carrying a bag of tools, between gigs. I stuck my head round Mick's hotel room door and said 'I'm just popping out for half an hour, in case anyone's looking for me.' He was listening to 'Sway' on a teak stereo, along with a couple of very geeky, studenty-looking blokes.
I was kind of a teenager, yet not a teenager. I tried to text my friend, to tell her about it all, but couldn't work out how to use the mobile. I was out on a moor somewhere, and the sky was white.....
That's dreams for you.
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