I arrived in London with my girlfriend. We arrived into a big station with no plan for the day. I noticed my favourite band were playing so we would seek tickets to see them. Whilst heading out I realised I lost my black jacket (at least 8 years old) so I rushed back to find it.
We got onto a bus which looked more like a tube train in the inside apart from the fact there was a driver.
The driver was extremely friendly and had a strong Cockney accent. He started telling us some history about the sights we were passing and speaking to everyone.
The man in the seat behind me looked familiar and I quickly realised it was a young version of Paul Ince. The driver at the time was talking about the first OJ Simpson trial but couldn't remember his first name! Paul Ince then started telling me he played for Hull when the first trial (please note this is utter nonsense) began.
I asked the driver if he knew where Eunoch Square is, he confirmed it was the last stop on the route. As it was an unheard destination for me (and everyone on the planet) I was worried about safety.
While contemplating how safe it would be I noticed the bus was about to run somebody over. It was my friends Mother who passed away a number of years ago. I was shocked and wondered how it was possible. The driver unhesitatingly swerved the car to the side of the road to miss her. I woke up and thought another friend of mine would like to hear my bizarre dream so I started to look up his number.
At this point I actually woke up and realised I had another dream within a dream. Oops.
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