I dreamt I was in Bristol doing some work, carrying out survey of some kind. I was drawing to a close and walking back to my car to travel onwards where I was going to stay the night. I bumped into JK who I normally see at work. She was with two other friends, one of whom I had not met before. JK introduced us to each other and then I said I would see her at work and walked on to the car. It was dark.

I had parked the car outside some conference centre. The place suddenly became the place where I was going to. but I had to leave it first to get there. So I found the car and saw that i had left the doors open and that someone had been rummaging around the contents of my car - somebody had been stealing things from me.

Anyhow the car was working, and lots of people seemed to be mulling around. I started the car, but it started to roll backwards. So I slammed the breaks on very hard, but they didn't work at all. I ended up sliding into a ditch - with the rear wheels stuck neatly in the ditch. I eventually managed to get out of the ditch, navigate my way out of the conference area and circulated to eventually reach Manchester - which had taken the place of Bristol.

I parked my car in the same conference centre because I was meeting someone on the other side of it. A rock concert was just finishing and so lots of people were leaving. However lots of people were queuing up for the next one. I went off in search of my friend and didn't know where he was because the centre was so large. I walked around the perimeter, and could hear the rock music starting, and thought it sounded rather good. There were fairground rides working in the main arena where people could watch the stage, they were odd however as they were moving, but they didn't have any lights on - all I could see were silhouttes of the machines with people sitting in them.

I eventually found my friend on the opposite side of the conference centre. (Egg from This Life) We had been in touch before and it had transpired that we had found out that we had feelings for each other and wanted to start seeing each other. I think he had been seeing a girl before that. The plan was to stay at his house which was about 45 minutes away - a short walk through town, and across the second bridge over the river. However he said that he really wanted to go and see the concert. I didn't because I had been working and driving all day. (It was 11pm at this time). So we agreed that we would go back to his house, he would go to the concert and I would pick him up later in the car (although I left the car at the conference centre). This would mean I would have to walk back, find the car and pick him up.

We walked back alone together. As we chatted we tentatively held hands, touched eachother, putting our arms round each other - not knowing if this was right or whether we should do this or not. I felt like I was falling in love.

As we crossed over the bridge and walked down some narrow alleys we were suddenly surrounded by a gang who wanted to mug us. We ran away and my friend told me the way to his house. We both ran this way, but the gang caught us up. However, it turned out that these people were his friends. So he invited them into his house where we sat around chatting - and he forgot to go to the concert....