An account

* NON-DREAM * NOTES * DREAM * LUCID * I am in Portugal on holiday. I am playing in an old shack, and we are playing dodgeball. I cannot see who is throwing the balls. I am walking outside, up onto a roof where I glance out over a vast lake and lean on the railings. My friend <PERSON> comes up to me, holding a fish in her fingers by its tail. We talk about Portugal, a lively conversation. We watch as people swim up a water treadmill catching koi. <PERSON> says its a Japanese tradition. I ask my dad if I can try, but he says no because it is our last night on holiday. I talk with my dad about how the fair and lake was open at night even though the workers went home. In the distance there are twinkling lights, most probably lights of a nearby town. I an at an airport. Dad mentions something about me and my friend <PERSON> watching a movie about T-rexes. He says that my little sister cannot, so she has to go make posters and colouring pages of dogs. She is about to go off with a little posh girl, coated in fur and with voluminous blonde hair. She has an English accent, and looks snooty and rich. End.