Sleep

I think I slept through to twenty past four this morning. I woke up from a really strange dream. I was in the front garden of a detached house. I didn't recognise it and I knew I shouldn't have been there. A car pulled up and two people got out. One of them had a rifle and shot the ground in front of me. At one point we were all inside the house and the two of them were planning various 'jobs'. I was involved in all of them, against my will. I remember another bit where we were all on the run. We were on a train, and the other two people ran off, leaving me to take the blame. That's all I remember.