1. I am in my house and people I know are arriving for a party. Mum decides to make my room the designated baby room and I am outraged. (And justly so, I think; babies are messy and my room is pretty.) I storm into the kitchenand tell my mum that if there are babies in my room I'll cry.
2. A donkey and a llama (that I know is a llama but looks like a giant black spaniel) are tied to a gypsy wagon and I have to find a way to rescue them. I am particularly protective of the llama, which is poorly. I think it I am in the Victorian era. The donkey's keeper is cruel and tries to stop me from saving them. I go to Queen Victoria for help. (Naturally.) Before I leave our meeting, I present her with a statue of herself. She wears what appears to be a necklace made from miniatures of the statue. She doesn't help me. The man who tried to stop me saving the donkey has chocolate on the sideboard and cuts into it with a large knife, then he puts the knife to my cheek. I close my eyes and everything is black but I still feel the knife close to my face, like a cold wind. He leaves and I eat the chocolate. Then the llama is hurled over a cliff. I watch it bounce to the bottom. I scale the cliff, looking up all the way down, and there are grooves in the surface that I can grip. I take my woolly gloves off to make it easier for me to do so. I get to the bottom and the spaniel-llama is alive.
3. It's a shoot out. I duck, escaping bullets. Next to me is a large spotty bra with a bullet hole through it. I am suddenly the one who is topless and have to put this bra on in a busy street while hinding behind a rail of clothes. Two buskers sing a song about stripes.
I wake up wanting a pet llama. And vowing never to buy spotted underwear.
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