I hope I have the gift of Prophecy.

I dreamt last night that we were at some sort of candidates night and everyone was applauding Mummy as she had won the election. Then the dream changed and I was on a bus in Jordan, although it looked just like any ACTION bus. There was no one else on the bus but Ali, he was sitting third seat from the back, looking just as he did in year nine. I went up and sat down besides him, we talked quite normally, I asked whether he had known whether he I liked him, and he said that he had not, and we talked about our lives though I cannot remember what else he said. And then his face changed: from being the fresh faced, handsome young man, he became gaunt and sick looking, as if he had been in prison… often TPHS veterans joke that Ali would end up in Guantanamo Bay as he had been in Iraq or Afghanistan, though I hope that part of the dream isn’t true. Despite this it was still an excellent dream, and aside from the prison and terrrorism factor, I hope the dream comes true. As I would love to see Ali again. I think if Mummy wins the election then the rest of the dream will come through.
This was such a wonderful dream that I didn’t want to wake up, and ignored my alarm and stayed in bed until ten minutes to seven. I only just made it to work on time.