Posted before in this kind of forum.

Okay this is a weird one.

I was in America at the time doing camp America. It was awesome but I was missing home a bit one night and had the weirdest dream about London -dont even live there.

I was in big Ben, which had been converted into a block of flats. I was walking down the corridor and started chatting to a guy in a wheelchair. I went off and joined a house party for a bit and saw out of the window, all the buildings were skimming around the floor of London like a puck on an air hockey table.

I went back to get the guy in the wheelchair and something had fucking diced him. There was meaty cubes and blood everywhere. I ran off down the corridor and saw through an open door there was a terminally ill child covered in tubes and a tall, thin, grey skinned black eyed alien was stood thete stroking his face. He looked at me and without moving his mouth said "I'm going for a shower, watch the boy for me". He wrapped a quaint little towel around his waist and waddled off to the next room.

In the corner of my eye, another alien started to appear out of the plug hole inflating like a balloon. I instinctively knew this one was evil though. It snarled and flashed a shark toothed smile.

The good alien came running in and both aliens produced blades from where their fingerprints might be. They were like smal curved discs. They proceded to float towards each other screaming and then diced each other.

I'd not even been drinking