One night when I had a proper sleep for the first time in a long time I had a dream. I was in a boat, in a storm, and I didn't know what to do cause I'd never been on a boat. And then it changed to that day when they tole me I had leukaemia and the doctor was an old crooked lady and smoke was billowing out of her ears and I didn't know why but she scared me. Then the hospital turned into a house and I walked into the house and into a beautiful garden where my family was, but they were facing away from me, and when I called out to them they didn't look. Then something fell out of the sky and I saw it was my lucky baseball mitt and it whacked me on the head. I saw that the writing on it was thousands of tiny little snakes and I don't like snakes very much, so I threw it away from me but as it disappeared I knew that it was important and I chased after it but I couldn't find it, and the old lady with the smoke in her ears tole me I wouldn't ever find it again and she turned into a cloud of flies and they attacked me and that was when I woke up.