Yachts and Drinks...

Dan {Everard} and I are sailing yachts, they are of a reasonable size - about 30' or so. Dan is teaching me to sail as we have a yacht each, We are flying {well not actually flying cos that would be plain weird, but sailing very quickly} down a wide river / canal.
Soon we get a really good tail wind and Dan pulls away from me. We are heading for to a pub right on the river bank. All of a sudden Dan stops - we are at the pub. I amange to do a hand brake type turn in the yacht, We stop on the other side of the river from the pub.

We find a half full table, Dan props something up against the seat of the table and I sit down.

I start talking to the rest of the table.

One of the older ladiesasks if we have crossed the atlatic then come down the river.I say no as this is about the third time i've ever been on a yacht. She just wonders because she is doing it at the begining of next year.

Dan comes back with three, half pint glasses of coke. He puts mine, then his down. He goes to put the other glass down in front of the only other guy at the table, gives him is change and in the process knocks over his glass, spilling half of its contents. They both get up to get another glass / clean up.

The cross atlantic race lady says she will drop something round later.

We some how get onto talking about animation, they ask what we are doing, Dan turns to the other guy and says if we tell him we will have to kill him just like your daughter lucy.

Oh, he is lucy's dad.

We get back to their house. We are sitting around their lounge talking with the TV on in the back ground. Everybody Leaves. I have moved to an arm chair which is the back of the room. Its only me and the gril who was sat between me and lucy's day post spillage. She say stop being a loner and come and sit on me, turns out she is really hot. She is sat on a huge sofa - feet up. I sit down on one end, She turns arouns so her back is to the TV, on my left.

We are chatting away when the door bell goes, I get up cos I think it is the cross atlantic race woman. I walk out of the lounge and look to my left, though the kitchen to the back door. It is exactly the same layout as Grandma and Grandad's house. Its not her it is the betting guy from the TV with the chops.

I turn around and walk up the stairs. Thats when I woke up...