The Shaun Dream.

This dream makes me think of an old friend.

I am in an second-story boy's room. It is a small room, the walls angled strangely and uncomfortably. There is one lamp, tall and lighting the whole room dimly. I am on a high, unsheeted but well-cushioned mattress, sitting across from Shaun Fields from This Is England, who alternates into Prince Denson(friend) at one time. His house is obviously unkempt, he is clearly poor. Outside his one window, it is nighttime, cars drive by on the busy road. He has a small black TV on top of a dresser across from the bed. He doesn't have a mom. His dad, apparently, is an alcoholic, and is sitting downstairs, watching TV. He is nice, however. I believe we have a great time, laughing at each other's innocent and silly jokes. I think we ask his dad a question about dinner or something, and he is very generous and willing to get us some, or do whatever thing we requested him to do. We pass through his dark upstairs hallway, the walls of which are dark wood, the doors of which are white and closed. There is a crooked and twisting staircase that we talk to his dad from. I loved this friend.