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Thirty Nine

An odd one last night, in which my brother killed another version of himself and then buried him upright in sand, having covered him in carrier bags. My family were generally disbelieving, so I had to take them outside and dig him up. 'Other' Adam was then thrown out. This week, I have been digging up early crop potatoes which is partially related I think. Any way, this next one was the longest and most vivid, from about 4 years ago...

'We, a group of four misc. people and Rhianna - not sure why - have kidnapped some twins, presumably a pair, along with a valuable diamond; all are the possessions of some sort of tech-heavy Mafia don. We escape from his large ambiguous house in a mini cooper, the old style one, but a man with a hand operated CCTV camera identifies us as we pass through a tunnel (for some reason, the Stopsley Village A505 bypass is now a tunnel). Shortly afterwards, we ditch the car on the outskirts of a park, a forest swaying in the distance through mid afternoon heat haze. Robin sets fire to the car, and we hide in a disused conference centre located in the park (Deep Dens near Round Green). Choosing not to join us, Rhianna escapes in to the forest, morphing in to the singer from Ultra Nate as she does, never to return. As the dreamer, I experience each hiding place in first person, my own personal choice being the ceiling ventilation ducts. The Mafiosos find the car and assume we're in the conference centre. I dislodge some dust whilst crawling and they work out I am in the ceiling. Avoiding gun fire, I somehow escape. The top of Deep Dens is now a mountainous part of Switzerland. I am hiding here with Dad. We are required to obtain some kind of official documents to prove our citizenship. In a mountain tunnel (basically Hatfield) we are made to wash a dog that is trapped in a sheep run and also enter some sort of raffle. Afterwards, now seemingly not bothered by the Mafia, I am in Paris, wandering between tanks and official looking men. I wonder what happened to the diamond, how my companions fared, and whether or not Robin burned the twins alive when he set fire to the mini.'
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