Outside a policeman.
So last night I dreamt that the dictator of some tiny country was preparing to execute the author of some children’s book along with anyone who had ever even seen a copy. This resulted in some sort of international task force being set up to try and bring him down.
The part of the task force I was in mostly just involved breaking into a closed shopping centre and squatting in a Primark, waiting for a phone call and stealing trousers.
The rest of the shopping centre got looted to fuck but it was ok because it was in the name of stopping this dictator.
Meanwhile, outside a policeman stopped a man in a wheelchair for some reason and then, not 20 feet away the exact same policeman was stopping the exact same man in a wheelchair. This was vitally important for some reason.
The phone never actually rang.
