Trapped on an island of sorts, I’m being hunted by unseen people mainly at night. There’s no way off this island, not much to help keep me alive. All I have is a backpack with bits and bobs in which I’ve managed to drop somewhere whilst running. As I’m hiding in a dilapidated metal shed, I hear a rustling from the bushes nearby. In the failing light, there’s a flash of white. This strikes me as odd as the people after me never wear white but I ready myself to flee anyway. The flash of white moves in the opposite direction from me and I squeeze as quietly as possible through the broken door and make a run for it only to be stopped by my name being called. I stop and look around to see Daniel Craig peering out from behind a tree, hand held out and beckoning me to him. He tells me to hurry up so run towards him, (if you’re stuck on an island and on the run and Daniel Craig appears and holds his hand out to you, you do exactly as he says) and he takes my hand and we run together, crashing through the foliage in the night, branches and vines clutching at us, making us both trip and pull each other up until we’re in a clearing near the water’s edge where there’s a boat waiting for us. For some reason I look behind me and see my grandparents (they’ve arrived by plane, on the island I couldn’t escape from there’s a bloody airport and my grandparents are visiting me).
“Come on,” Daniel urges.
“But I might not get chance to see them again,” I tell him and tug myself free from his grasp.
“Just bloody hurry up then,” he tells me and I run to my grandparents, hugging them both, telling them that I love them but they have to leave as its dangerous. My grandparents are puzzled but do as I say and walk into the departure lounge. I leg it back to Daniel Craig waiting impatiently at the boat. It’s a large wooden rowing boat with two other men in it and a motor.
“Get in,” Daniel says. I do as he says because, a; I want to get off the island and to safety and b; if Daniel Craig tells you to ‘get in’, whether it’s a car or a boat, you get in. Due to being exhausted and injured, I trip as I step into the boat and land on Mark Ruffalo who complains and grabs at his leg. I’m confused as to how The Hulk is so wimpy but apologise anyway and sit down as Daniel Craig starts up the boat and we make our way out into the sea. As the cold night breeze cuts through me, I curse out loud that my backpack and jumper are still on the island somewhere and fold my arms around myself in an attempt to keep warm.
“Never mind, Kady,” says the man next to me, who, it turns out, is Tom Selleck. “ You can borrow mine.” Tom takes his black jumper off and gives it to me. I put it on and he puts an arm around me and pulls me into him so I rest my head on his chest and enjoy the fact that I’m warmer and not running or hiding.
Then things get a bit a jumpy, out of order and weird (if it wasn’t already) and it’s difficult to explain so I won’t.
I’m not even going to try to interpret this one.
Keep dreaming.
