steven

I had a dream the other night and a boy in my class was in it.

His name is Steven Black and he is lovely - but in this dream we had children together. 

He’s not lovely enough for me to want to have children with him - but he is still a good friend.

So anyway, we were in a really nice area of the world - it might have been Glasgow but I’m not sure.

Possibly the expensive part of the west end!

The ground was wet and it was around dusk time but I could tell it had been a really bright day because the sky was sort of aluminous blue.

The sun was setting too and the streets were lined with very leafy trees, there was also Bishop’s Crook lamp posts on the street too which are Victorian style - these ones were black. 

We started flying, not on any kind of apparatus - we just leapt into the air together and started floating above the buildings. 

We turned left onto a street and there was a huge Georgian looking mansion.  It had sash windows and beige coloured sandstone - there was also a massive balcony which was about three floors up and stretched way out into the street.

There was probably about three hundred people on the balcony all squished together so you can imagine how big it was!

There was some kind of party going on and Steven and I were just circling round it and above it - everyone was dressed black tie, there was a lot of 1920’s style flapper dresses and haircuts and millions of fairy lights everywhere.

Chandeliers hung from - well I don’t know what they hung from to be honest as it was a balcony outside - but they were there and very elaborate. 

A woman starts singing opera songs - she is standing on a podium and is a round, short lady with brown hair which is tied up and she has a fascinator in which has creamy coloured feathers on it and pearls. 

Her dress is black and is sparkly and she also seems a bit older than the rest of the party.

 

I think it was maybe her house as everyone was applauding her and cheering and calling out her name but I can’t remember what it was.

So Steven and I are still flying around this house when suddenly I just belt out an opera tune, and I have to point out - my voice sounds amazing.

Steven is underneath me and I remember looking down at the top of his head and seeing the street going past from under us, my arms are out and by my sides and I’m singing away - people in the street are pointing up at us and clapping their hands. 

Steven starts telling me that I’m wasting an incredible talent and I should be performing to crowds of millions.

I start getting really upset about this, as if I know what he is saying is true.  I ask him if we can go back on the ground so we fly to his flat which is just round the corner.

His flat has massive double doors on it which are really heavy wood and painted black, it has a big brass handle on it too.

We go inside and there are three children - two girls and a boy - who are apparently all mine.

Dream Annemarie understands that they are my children, but I remember thinking that I had no idea what was going on - as if reality Annemarie was saying “I definitely do not have children.”

Did that make sense? 

I’m still very emotional about the singing and Steven is pushing me to speak to his friend who will make me famous - and who also appears to be in my daughters room - so I go in to speak to him but I end up asking him to leave.

Then I hear a really annoying trill which unfortunately turns out to be my alarm clock.

- Annemarie x