Into the Wild

This morning my alarm was most unwelcome at 8. I had to drag my body out of bed, to the table, where I checked that my exam was at 10. The sheet says it's tomorrow. I find it hard to believe, as my timetable is firmly in my head, and it's today. But I have to believe the blue official-ness of the paper. I go back to bed, now only worried as to whether the shock will have made me unable to sleep. I doze for a while then sink into strange vivid dreamworld.

I am taking a party of fellow students to visit another student's house. Her father is going to pick us up from the train station. We arrive, and mill around with the hundreds of other people there, some of them other people I know. My phone rings and it's Jason, who is the brother of the person we've come to visit (at least in the dream, in real life he's the brother of a friend of mine from years back). I say "where are you" and he replies "look in the mirror". There being no mirror in sight, I look behind me, but he says, "no, look in the mirror". Then he says nothing more, but I hold the phone to my ear still, listening to the faint white noise.