You know when you have a dream that is so vivid, when you wake up you have to do a double take and for a split second wonder if it was actually real or not?
Well I had one of those last night and it was a wierd one. One day I’ll try and write the whole thing into a short story but for now here is the summary.
A new element is discovered in Jersey – this is something incredibly rare and 1mg of it has the power to both destroy a planet and power a whole country forever – assuming it’s mixed properly.
But it turns out after much searching, debate, discussion and bartering that Jersey is the only place in our solar system it can be found.
So France who believe they have a medieval claim to the island, China who need the power, England who believe they own the island through the Crown and Imperial Stormtroopers (told you it was weird) decided to invade.
This then turns the tiny island that’s just 9 miles by 5 into an international battle ground.
In my dream I was leader a resistance movement of people that were living in the island before the element was discovered, I work with a team to convert the Puddle Ducks (google Puddle Duck Jersey) into escape ships that can take hundreds to mainland UK to escape the fighting in Jersey.
All the while dodging the Stormtroopers, Chineese forces and French soldiers eating cheese (don’t ask).
One scene saw me walking down towards Victoria Avenue as a squadron of Stormtroopers marched along the Avenue – I avoided them by joining a marching band who – for some reason where in fancy dress and hiding between them.
All the while I have an irritating buzzing feeling in my left shoulder.
That’s when I woke up to find my 14 month old baby poking me in the shoulder.