Personally, I took the years off between 1990 an 1999. I thought it best not to wait to have an adventure. I’m glad I did because this year, my 40th, feels like the first year I’ve really had to work.
I’m writing this in bed having just woken up. I’m worried that if I don’t record it i’ll forget it. And it’s too weird for me to let it be overwritten by the mundane.
While walking past a street vendor selling coffee from what looked likes small steamroller, he attracted my attention with a “pssst” and handed me a freshly made ‘flat white’.
As I went to sip I noticed a treasure map in the coffee art. The man said memorise and drink. I did. It didnt taste like coffee.
The directions took me to an almost empty warehouse, but for a man standing next to what looked like an upright tanning machine.
He told me I had to deliver a message to a lady in the past. A lady who was going to save all people.
For some reason this felt like something I had done before and with an overwhelming sense of deja vu I stepped into the machine.
There was a flash and I was standing in a puddle, outside a bar in Newcastle. A man who i think was me called me inside and told me I needed to record some words from a girl he was pointing at. It was @jennifergardy.
The dream ended with me and @jennifergardy standing in the rain as she recited me a rhyme about germs.
I woke feeling a little freaked out as some of this has actually happened.
I think I’m going to scrutinise all coffee art from now on.
Just in case it happens again.