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Right, I just woke up decided to share my dream with you. Here goes...

I'm a small, black boy from Trinidad (I'm not sure which Trinidad). I'm wandering around Heathrow airport looking for all my belongings. I know that a Japanese guy called Junjun has them, so I need to find him. He works at Heathrow and has his own special section of the airport, so I need to go there. My (real, non-dream) friend Josh is helping me but the map is too complicated. At one point we think we've found Junjun's domain but instead we wander into some kind of colonial mansion in Louisiana where the state governor is having a party. He's not best pleased that we've turned up.

Eventually we find Junjun and he happily gives me all my stuff. He doesn't look very Japanese to me - he looks more like the Italian guy in Sainsburys on Waterloo Road, who's always saying "Anybody payin' by kaad?" Anyway, he gives me my belongings. Then, for no particular reason, I meet my father for the first and only time. He just walks round the corner, we have a quick chat and he disappears. Once he's gone, I can check out all my stuff that Junjun's been looking after. One of the items is a book. I open it at a random page, see the word "hippopotamus," and it's so sad that I burst into tears.

The end.