Dear Kitty,
           I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt I was in London and that my parents had moved there, and then I got the metro to go and see them - only it was a steam train instead. I don't remember what happened when I got there, but when I had to leave again, the trains were all in the wrong places, so Mum said 'well, this is what happens if you take the steam train, idiot!'. We waited at the station for what felt like hours, but none of the trains that came through were going where I wanted, so eventually we went through some woods to the bus stop. At the bus stop, there was a teenager and an old man in a wheelchair. I asked them when the next bus was, and they didn't answer - instead they stood up and did the 'Moses Supposes' routine from 'Singin' In The Rain'.
           I worry about my own head sometimes. I woke up at about three after I had a dream where I could fit my hand around my upper arms.
Right. Getting back to my revision now.
Yours,
     Chessie