[Keith Stryton III]

I know. I had another one today. I fell asleep in my armchair half way through a bowl of Ready Brek and dreamed I was chasing someone through a black room. At the end of the room was an open door and there was a brilliant whiteness beyond it. I chased the figure and he went through the open door. When I passed through the door, I entered the black room again. The figure was running ahead of me, though slightly nearer this time. I ran faster, and nearly caught up with him, but he passed through the door. I followed and we were in the black room again. I gave chase, and my fingertips brushed his shoulder just as he passed through into the whiteness. Again I found myself in the black room. This time I caught the figure before he had a chance to go through the doorway and I spun him around and the figure was me. I stared at me, and that me began to laugh - a hysterical, high-pitched, nervous laugh. "Now you've done it," he said, and with that the door slammed shut and complete darkness swallowed us up. I was still screaming when I woke in my arm chair, Ready Brek all over the floor. My screams made a picture fall off the wall.

As I left my house, later, my neighbour Sam came up to me in the street. "You've really got to see someone, Keith," he said.