[Rune Son of Bjarne]

I had another one of those "Kind-of-bd-dreams"

I was in the courtyard of my old school (Christianshavns Gymnasium) and pretty much minding my own buisness, as I walked around I noticed a few people that I recognised: Some of my old class-mates where there without talking to anybody and in the middle of the courtyard some Manchester United players where sitting on some garden funiture.

I stopped and looked for a while at the Man U players and as I did Roger Federer walks up to them and starts calling them names (he is especially mean to Gary Neville), the baffled Man U players just stares at him in disbelif. After some time I decide that I have seen enough and walk over to some garden funiture and start writting some very good poetry on it. but I am stopped by Fea. Sure she does not look like Fea. . . .not unless Fea have gained 50 kg and walks around in pink tracksuits, but I know it is Fea.
She tells me that I have already sent her these poems in an e-mail and so there is absolutely no reason for me to write them on the garden chair.

I appologise and walk towards a door, this door disapear just as I reach it and then I wake up.