Lately I've been slack as I've been worried about a dream i had. That's not the dream I'm talking about but seeing I'm on here for free, and it's a true dream, ( and this is all I can remember of it) 1984. Myself, and a school mate of myself, Andrew, are ohepposite Hyde Park in Sydney. This dream has Stephen King and his henchperson's involved. (No bullshit). White Ford Econvans about ten of them and they started chasing me underneath.