I had a dream the other day, on the way back from the Isle of Wight. By the way, thanks to those that gave out llamas and stuff.
I had a dream that me and my girlfriend, Domi (
) were walking on a road when a car came out of nowhere, almost hit her, but it didn't...because I pushed her out of the way, taking my own life. Oh well. These things happen.
Later my mother gives all my old stuff to a charity shop. Domi happens to find this old whiteboard of mine complete with marker pens 15 years later and puts it in the kitchen of her new house, where her new husband lives with her. All of a sudden I start writing messages on the whiteboard with the pen and gradually get Domi to realise that my soul is not at peace, and I must do one last job for her to be able to pass into the great beyond. Naturally I suspect Domi doesn't want me to go so I start trying to do menial jobs around the house but I can't, as my soul is only connected to the pen and whiteboard (kinda like Ghost Writer). Eventually I make myself known to her husband, and Domi has to make a choice: Her 18-year-old former boyfriend or her husband?
But it ends there cos that's when I woke up.