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Dec. 29th, 2010 10:08 amI sort of half woke up this morning when my sister went to work, then I must have drifted off again because I had a very odd dream this morning.
I was in London, I was getting the underground to or maybe from Hammersmith (which is my home from home in London, or it used to be). I changed trains somewhere, then got off at the next station and realised I needed to change lines so I had to change platforms but the platforms were only half the length of a single carriage and they were very much oval-topped so unless you stood right in the middle and stayed very still you were going to slip off. And at one point I very nearly did and I had to grab onto two girls.
Anyway, this was my journey that was leading me to Hammersmith. I arrived, I emerged into a grey day and immediately the entire station was closed because terrorists had taken over it. I looked around. Both of my grandads were there, my dad's dad coming up first, my mum's dad a little further away and dad's dad wrapped his arms around both of us and I think all three of us thought we were going to die. At some point between here and then end, I realised I wasn't me, I was my character Alex but I have no idea when this happened. My dad's dad, it turned out, was a spy and he went into the station. Five minutes later he stuck his head out and said "It's ok!" I went in too, a little apprehensive - I think I was Alex by now - and discovered that my grandad had taken down several hundred terrorists single-handedly. Three escalators were just covered in clothes - piles of clothes six to ten feet deep. For some reason they belonged to all the people who were trapped on the trains by the terrorists.
And then I was outside, watching as the weirdest thing came out of the station. It was a tube train, three carriages long, painted army green and the front and back carriages had rotors on the top and the whole thing was a very wiggly military helicopter, apparently a top secret weapon in case Hammersmith station was ever attacked.
I woke up thinking two things. 1) That station wasn't actually Hammersmith - Hammersmith station is on one of the above ground sections 2) It would actually make quite a lot of sense if it turned out my grandad really was a spy and how cool would that be?!
I was in London, I was getting the underground to or maybe from Hammersmith (which is my home from home in London, or it used to be). I changed trains somewhere, then got off at the next station and realised I needed to change lines so I had to change platforms but the platforms were only half the length of a single carriage and they were very much oval-topped so unless you stood right in the middle and stayed very still you were going to slip off. And at one point I very nearly did and I had to grab onto two girls.
Anyway, this was my journey that was leading me to Hammersmith. I arrived, I emerged into a grey day and immediately the entire station was closed because terrorists had taken over it. I looked around. Both of my grandads were there, my dad's dad coming up first, my mum's dad a little further away and dad's dad wrapped his arms around both of us and I think all three of us thought we were going to die. At some point between here and then end, I realised I wasn't me, I was my character Alex but I have no idea when this happened. My dad's dad, it turned out, was a spy and he went into the station. Five minutes later he stuck his head out and said "It's ok!" I went in too, a little apprehensive - I think I was Alex by now - and discovered that my grandad had taken down several hundred terrorists single-handedly. Three escalators were just covered in clothes - piles of clothes six to ten feet deep. For some reason they belonged to all the people who were trapped on the trains by the terrorists.
And then I was outside, watching as the weirdest thing came out of the station. It was a tube train, three carriages long, painted army green and the front and back carriages had rotors on the top and the whole thing was a very wiggly military helicopter, apparently a top secret weapon in case Hammersmith station was ever attacked.
I woke up thinking two things. 1) That station wasn't actually Hammersmith - Hammersmith station is on one of the above ground sections 2) It would actually make quite a lot of sense if it turned out my grandad really was a spy and how cool would that be?!
