I found this entry in my dream diary so I edited it into a short story. I remember when I woke from this dream I was laughing to tears. It’s probably not as hilarious as I remember it. Even if it’s not that funny, it’s definitely weird.
Perhaps one of the worst periods of my life was after I turned 17. I was in Cumbria, studying in sixth form. I was thinking about what to study at to university, about what I would do with my future.