(Not sure if this warrants a Bzzzzzzzt, but surely when Marc woke up he should have been in a small stone cell with no windows. I think we must presume that he merely dreamt that he woke up.)
(Not sure if CdM had a dream about me waking up in a small stone cell with no windows or not. I presume he had as he is submitting his lines here though he may just have dreamt that he was awake and then submitted in his sleep??)
... I was in the small stone cell again, accompanied by CdM and Marc, which is odd as I have no idea what either of them looks like. Oddly they were both asleep, and CdM was snoring. I started clapping my hands to try and wake them up, but to no avail. I shouted at the top of my voice - no avail. I prodded the two sleepers, kick them, sang the national anthem right in their ears... but all to a quite singular lack of avail. So I gave up, went over to CdM's side of the cell because he's right, found myself a bit of space to lie down and dozed off. I dreamt...
... I saw a foreign land And rode a foreign steed Her lilac mane; my crimson hand The colors interbleed A jagged face of endless chalk To match our hair unkempt As I in sleepless saddle rock And by and by I dreamt...
... that I was sitting on a stage ... in a circle with others sat in the gloom, who's shape I can barely make out ... an audience far off is hushed ...it's the World Championship... I lean forward and say hushed tones "Belsize Park and placing a blue token on Golders Green to initiate Parks and Greens cascade as the mmmmmmmm goes up from the audience I rest back on deckchair, close my eyes, smile and dream that...