The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

Another dream recall which occurred after getting up, this time in the shower. Such a nice feeling following each vague detail until you've got the whole picture (or at least a significant chunk of it).

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11/4/12

I'm in Bristol [where I recently visited to see some old school friends] and in some sort of school assembly or something. Behind the rows of people in the audience are a set of stairwells, filled to the brim with chavs. I go into one of them, and see the masses of chavs start to move towards me to try and cut me off. I pretend not to notice them and casually jump over the railings down a flight of stairs.

Later, I'm sitting in a large communal tent with about 50 or so others, all on picnic tables. I get up to walk about briefly, and stupidly leave my bag where I was sitting, which contains my very valuable laptop. As soon as I step out of the tent, multiple young chavs (no older than 12 years old) rush in grabbing peoples' bags, including mine. I sprint after the one with my bag, despite feeling extremely tired and aching all over. I catch up to him when he runs out of energy, trying to pass my stuff to his friend. I get my hands on him and the bag and punch him in the face a few times while he's on the floor.

Pretty intense dream...