Dream

I was travelling back to the UK by myself. Everything was normal about the getting onto the plane in the airport, presumeably in the USA, though the airport itself wasn't familiar to me. Infact it looked like one I had in a dream a while ago, not that it exists... or at least I've not visited it yet. I land in the UK, after what seemed a very fast flight, which I acknowledged in the dream. I said I must have slept most of the way. Not sure who I said this to. I may have made a phone call to my parents. I would assume I landed in London, but again the airport wasn't anything I recognised. I didn't have any checked luggage either. The airport seemed to lead into a shopping center, with out getting on any transport or having to go through customs. I went into a department store and I was on one of the upper floors. I resembelled a Marks & Spencers. I looked for the stairs/escalator down. When I did, I kept making my way down to the ground floor, 3 or 4 floors down from where I started. I came out in what looked like a more trendy mens clothes store, as if not part of the department store I had been making my way through. The floors and shelving was dark wood, with large windows on two sides. Outside, it looked like Leeds city center. The shop I'm now in does look like something you'd see in the Victoria Quarter, and I appeared to be opposite Leeds Market. I looked around for only a moment when I bumped into Lee! I was so much more surprised than he was me. I seemed to understand how much of a chance encounter this was, but he didn't, as if I was still living in the UK, but he said hi and asked how I was etc. He turned away to talk to the people following. There was Poll and Marshy. I think there was one or two more people but I don't remember their faces. It seemed like they had just finished work and met up. Lee and Poll were bickering. Lee wanted some jeans or something but he wasn't being quick enough about it and Poll wanted away. Marshy was just taking it in his stride and talked to me. When Lee was done we headed to a pub. Then I woke up.

I remember a dream from a while ago where I was in Leeds with the same people. The way I remember it, it seems to start where this mornings dream finished. We were following Poll who had arranged to meet some people in a bar, but we didn't know exactly where it was. We trapesed around and caught up with some people on the street we were meeting and eventually ended up in this strange seedy looking bar, that was just a non-descript doorwayfrom the front and you had to go up a flight of stairs to get to the bar... it was more reminisent of a working mans club. That's where that ended.