Mark had just acquired a new surf board. Apparently it acquired a wet spot encompassing the entire board while he was surfing. This resulted in him submarining – he took a wave and the board just went down the face of the wave and kept on going under. Net result was one wasted board.
I was an actor/model doing some course at university.
One of the girls doing it was beautiful and I was about to ask for her phone number when Luke tried to ‘show how it is done’ on her. As a result she goes into ‘fast forward’ and speeds away.
I later saw her driving along the Moe bypass in a white old beast with red and white personalized plates.
I had gotten glasses, primarily for reading.
What a weird dream. Adam Stephens was back from the dead with no scars of his accident. To make things weirder, it was up at a party in Rawson that he made his appearance and no one acted like he’d been well and truly dead for ages.
I was in Narracan Drive and flew into Dinwoodie Drive (thinking about the speed bumps they were thinking of installing). Then I spun the wheel in Stamford street to the extent of it being a prolonged burnout.
Anyway, a similar thing happened the next day as they had just resurfaced the road. Different locale though.
I was being pursued by law enforcement dudes in some weird future/alternate universe. I sought refuge in a forest full of Australian native animals. For some reason, the ‘police’ could not enter the forest and therefore it was a safe haven for me. It appeared that the echidna’s spines were poisonous. Once inside the forest, its boundaries seemed to glow a golden color.