A Dream I Had (And No-One Cares)

So I was running away from these people for some reason. And we had a dead body. I think we'd just come out of a cinema with a very ornate balcony. We get to a door, down some stone stairs. It's a wooden archway-shaped door. One of the other people shouts.

"The best way to hide in Hollyoaks is to go into Narnia!"

So we go down into this dank corridor - two people go right, dragging the body. I go left. I come to another door, and inside is a bar from Victorian times. I see someone I recognise at the other end of the bar, and he's somehw stuck here from another time.
I order a Newcastle Brown Ale. She doesn't know what I mean. I get some weird can of brown beer - oddly enough, a modern one with a ringpull - tastes okay, if with a slight tinny taste. I drink a bit more, and something nudges my lips.

I reach in and pull out a very soggy, bloodless human finger, complete with retracted skin around the fingernail. I open the top of the can (somehow) and there's a whole hand in there. I pull it out. I am strangely unphased.

I go over to the other end of the bar, grab a pen and parchment, and start to write something. And this is where it gets hazy again - I then go and exit the bar, follow the stone corridor, and wake up, I think.



Okay. What the fuck.