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Damn. Had a real strange dream about my first senior school Merchant Taylors’ School. Apparently for some reason, I had gone back there for some reason. I had joined as a final year student but I distinctly remember being my current age when I went back. The original reason in the dream was that I had, by mistake, been put down to play in one of their fixtures for my old House although in the dream I believed it was Midgate and the House colours were black and white – definitely not MTS, but Highgate.

Trying to get out of it, I went to try and find someone in charge. Evidently this proved impossible and was faced with an older version of one my friend’s, Krase, who simply said just “dribble the ball and kick it”. All very well for him, since I remember him playing football quite well. And this was in another school.

I ended up back in MTS, only it wasn’t MTS. I do remember being in the countryside twilight zone (my term for the overly wholesome English countryside that hasn’t really changed much in the last 100 years or so. I’m a city boy and need the traffic, the lights, the seediness to be happy. The Sherlock Holmes even remarked that he much preferred the haven of the city). Anyway, back to my dream, in my search I ended up in a assembly hall of sorts, although to be honest, in resembled more a large chapel. I know MTS had an assembly hall but I can’t really rightly remember what it looked like but it didn’t look like the one in my dream. MTS was one of those schools where you assembled each morning by House, walked by House to the Assembly Hall, sang by House, and buggered off by House. A little like Harry Potter for those of you unfamiliar with the English public school system.

The dream blurred to my home room during my time at MTS. I do remember that and I do remember the greyish-black uniforms that we got lumbered with. I remember having to fight to prove myself (as you do in school), although it wasn’t really fair since I was dealing with kids that were of school age (think Simpsons when Bart is shown his future and he’s the oldest kid in the class at the age of 30). The fight did involve knives though, which I suppose, can kill at any age. Anyway, having won that fight, I still found myself in the chair that I first had when I first started at MTS, although this time with the respect of the class (hey, I just became top dog). Except I wasn’t, because in comes this black kid, who I don’t remember from MTS.

In fact, he looked more like one of those black actors in the films. I can’t remember his name, but this actor has (or in the image I have of him in my head) hazelnut colour eyes and short fuzzy hair. Can’t rightly remember to be honest. Well, turns out he’s top dog here. Only he’s not, because he’s about top himself with a knife. Okay, the dream gets a little weird here – he tries to top himself off with a knife, although it feels like and behaves like a gun¹.

1. This is where I stopped writing up the post since I had other things to do and now many years later, I wanted to publish this but really can’t for the life of me remember the exact details of the dream. It also included the following thoughts – appendix removal, a fight, a chapel, a black guy and friend of a friend that was actually an enemy [↩]

Tags: Dreams, fights, merchant taylors, school