My otherworldly experiences.

I'm in Tesco underground and some random guy gives me a motorbike that's in excellent condition.
Note: I've really wanted a motorbike for some time now, only I don't have a job so it's out of the question currently.
I'm over the moon and start riding home with it, but on the way I spot my friends Mike and Wilson. Wilson's like ''Is that Peedle?!'' and I pull over with a huge smile on my face. I'm like ''Yeah man! Check out my new bike!''
I tell them about the random guy who just gave it to me and Mike's like ''Well what's the catch then?'' and takes a look inside to see if there's anything wrong with it.
Note: Mike is a trained mechanic, so he knows his stuff.
After a short while he comes out with ''Ah, there!'' pointing at a cable, and tells me to turn it off. I reply with ''How?'' and he just does it for me. He then unplugs the cable and then reconnects it and tells me it's ''Sorted.''

I then wake up.




I'm in my Dad's old flat, sitting on the bunk-bed.
Note: This is back when him and my Mum were split up. Me and my sister often went to stay with him at his flat.
I'm with Anesu (a guy I went to school with) and 2 others. Anesu's rolled up a fat joint and just passes it to me to smoke. After a while, he starts rolling up a blunt, too. He lights up and starts smoking it, then passes it to the person next to me. I'm like ''Dude, what about me?'' He replies ''You still haven't finished that one yet.'' I then pass it to the person above me, because I was never told I was meant to smoke it all (and I really want some on the blunt). I then go to open the window.

Then I wake up, thinking that I've gone and given in to temptation again, feeling really bad about myself, then realise it was just a dream and a huge sigh of relief escapes me.
Note: I've given up smoking. Hence my reaction.