I am in the Glasgow University Union for some sort of prizegiving. I believe it is something to do with my notorious past in the Maths Challenge. We are led through the union, and up some staircases that would be more at-home in the late Sauchiehall Shopping Centre. We pass the Smoke Room, and are led into a suspended Portakabin, inside which are even more pool tables.

Through the near edge of the new pool room we pass, and into a small vestibule, in which, on the right, can be found a U-shaped, plastic settee. The party stop here, and sit down. On a twenty-inch television screen above the settee, some scores appear. I notice mine, and am modestly embarrassed.

I look around, and, for the first time in my university career, find that I recognise almost all of the people in the room. Somebody with whom I used to go to school enters and sits next to me. We have a pleasant conversation.

I seem to be Tony Blair's son, whose siblings include the three kids from Malcolm in the Middle. We are on some sort of traditional get-together with the Royal Family. I espy Prince William, and I introduce myself to him, saying, "I suppose we had better know each other.

The get-together is being held in a large, modern (and possibly German) house. The entrance is on the top floor, and the lower level(s) are accessed via a staircase at the far side of the open-plan ground floor. It is down these stairs that I find the sleeping quarters for my siblings and me. The room is long and narrow, having bunk beds set into the right-hand wall (as one enters the room), and a small window at the far end of the room.

I am in this room with my infamous brothers, who are acting up. I chastise them, but we are called from upstairs: it is time to leave. We come upstairs, and I look for a bathroom, in which to prepare for a long journey. I expect toilets to be abundant, but there are only two, on either side of the room, behind doors of Beech.

I disembark a car on Clarkston Road, driving north between Linn Park and Muirend Safeway. However, I do not want to be recognised, given as it is school-leaving time, so I don a brown cushion on my head.

It is all I can do to keep the cushion from falling off, but my cover is not blown, as I walk past tens of former acquaintances. However, when I get to the bottom, somebody sees through my thin veil of disguise. I ask them how the prom went, to get the reply, "Fantastique!"

My very good friend and I are going to the cinema. The cinema is a hundred-storey tall building, and the screen, on which we are going to watch Spider-Man, is at the very top. Access is only by a 30-person lift, which opens right under the middle of the screen.

We settle down in the front row (unusually), towards the left of the screen, and watch the trailers and the beginning of the film. Before long, the film is stopped, the house lights go up, and a PA announces that, due to a risk of fire from lightning-strikes, the cinema has to be evacuated.

Hysterical crowds rush towards the lift, and it soon fills up. Neither me, nor my friend, get into the lift. A group of people notice a hidden doorway, at the right of the screen, that leads to stairs. However, given the impending fire, it is reckoned that they will not make it. We pace about, contemplating the terrifying death.

<Commercial Break>

The action transposes to Walt Disney World, Florida. There is a new theme park built, called Venetian Kingdom or some-such, and it has a ride familiar to me from a previous dream. It comprises a network of pipes, that you ride through on a seat. Water moves you through the pipes.

Looking round, Disney World is far more compact than it actually is. I can see the Earffel Tower (the water tower at Disney Studios with Mickey Mouse ears) over my right shoulder, and there is a motorway in the background.

I ponder the fact that I have seen this before.

</Commercial Break>

I am back, trapped at the top of the doomed building. The set has changed from a cinema to a modern, dark flat. There are windows, and it is dark and threatening outside. Only myself and an evil genius remain. The evil genius has somehow stolen Spider-Man's powers, by cutting open his chest, and swallowing his blood. He can now assume the costume at will. He also assumes the identity of various people, including Tony Blair.

He has control of a green aircraft, which I repeatedly see flying over the building and emitting a lightning strike from its engines at its rear. This, it seems, is how I am to meet my doom.

I notice a service lift at the rear, right-hand corner of the room (orientation taken relative to where the screen was originally). I make a break for it, but my nemesis threatens to shoot me.

The last thing I notice is the evil genius spreading lighter fluid on the carpets and furniture.

I am on a school trip, with my secondary school contemporaries. The trip is similar in form to the renowned 1996 Netherlee-York excursion, and the hotel takes a similar form of being a long, terraced building. We have just arrived. The rooms are double but not en-suite.

I am settling down on my bed with some Apple laptop computer. I am trying to set up a bridge (the card-game) system for my dad, but to little avail. It seems to be an extension conflict, but anyway....

I notice that the door is unlocked. I walk over to it, and slam it shut. It is made of light-coloured wood. I then bolt it. However the door swings open again in my face. I figure that I'm going to have to sort this out, and, as I leave the room, I see the trip leader. I inform her of the situation, and ask what to do. She says that two classes' worth of people are queued up at the special school reception area. She suggests that I pose as a normal customer, because it's the only way things will get fixed. I fully intend to do this.

As I head for the reception, a PA announcement tells everyone in the Williamwood party to assemble in the upstairs dining room. Opposite my room is a set of stairs with a decidedly Escher-like quality. I have to walk down a short flight of steps to get onto the staircase, in which the stairs run parallel to the corridor, and the half- and full-landings do not line up with any floor.

I emerge into the upstairs dining room. It is built in the attic of the hotel, which has an extremely steep pitched roof. There are lots of tables, at which people are mostly eating potato wedges. In the room, on the same side as the staircase, there is a serving hatch. There are steaming pots.

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