So, during the weekend my dad was in a massive car crash. He got t-boned my a range rover which is basically a tank. The car was very bad and luckily he is okay, with the exception of a broken bone in the neck and spine. The police would later say if there was any passengers in his car, they probably wouldn’t have been so lucky. I woke up on sunday morning, with the words “ your dad has been in a bad car crash”. I didn’t sleep again til monday night. My brain couldn’t turn off. What if? What if?

When i finally did sleep i had a dream, i know i wanted to script this dream as soon as i woke. I know it might sound weird me wanting to write again that soon after such an accident but it’s the thing that helps me deal with shit. It’s my way of letting it out.

James Reid