The first thing I remember was being at Jocelyn's house (but it looked like someone elses) and the cops came to visit. Her mum went to open it but the cops were looking for us.
We walked outside to the street and the cops said they wanted to ask me a few questions.
"Do you remember checking out a car that was being sold by 'Monza'?"
"Yeah, he was pretty dodgy. Why?"
"We're investigating something that happened."
"Oh ok. I still have the details from him if you need."
"Thats alright. Was it a green car you went to check out?"
"Yeah! It was an Evo IX and the same shade as a Holden Commodore green. Normally doesn't come like that."
As we walked along the street, we ended up at a burnt house. The inside was completely burnt down, but only a part of the front wall still looked OK. The rest of the house was just a crisp shell.
The cop asked if I knew anything about it, I shook my head and said no. I saw Jocelyn's car parked across the street and the cop went to take a look at it.
We opened the boot to find coal! As the cop was inspecting the car, Jocelyn quickly opened the front door of the car and grabbed a jerry can to throw into the back seat.
I looked into the backseat to find it was absolutely packed filled with more coal! This time it was red hot (and still burning) coal!
The cop gave it a quick glance over and gave it the all clear.
The dream switched to a place on Woodville road, where the school is with a speed camera for each direction. The ground had thick "absorbent" tissue run along the footpath for some reason.
I was sitting in front of the tavern there talking to some random fat white lady and she started talking about her skin condition.
Apparently she had scars or stretch marks on the lower half of her sides (along the ribs and under her boobs) which caused her alot of pain.
Thinking it was just some small skin condition, she went to the doctor and he called someone up about it. They're still waiting for a response.
As she was talking about her problems, she received a call. She got really scared and then explained to me that the results came in. It was now diagnosed as some disease and she had to be flown to Perth for an emergency operation tomorrow.
I told her everything is gonna be OK, at least he docs know what it is now. As soon as I said that, she quickly said bye before that Mike Monroe dude from "This is your life!" came along with his massive book and walked her off.
The tissue on the floor was starting to get messy, so I began to pack it up. As I was doing that, I saw some missionaries (Mormans I think?) head my way at the traffic lights crossing. I thought "Fuck I got no reason to stick around".
I found myself going through the rear entrance at the pub. Some of the Pats boys were having a party in there and asked me to carry a long rectangular table in.
For some reason this felt like de ja vu, as if it were a continuation from a previous dream I've had but never remembered. Although the first time I got my foot jammed between the door frame and one of the table legs and Travis laughed at me. Bastard.
This time it was Jason carrying it. We couldn't find the right angle to get it through the door and gave up. Sean gave it a go and I was the one walking backwards.
We eventually got it through and across some small corridors. Some mean bikie lookin' dude saw us and offered to replace Sean. Me and the bikie dude continued to carry it until we got to the main hall.
The "hall" of the tavern was set up in a buffet style, but with fancy silk decoration on long rectangular tables (which held the food) and dim lights as if it were for a high school graduation or wedding. There were also plenty of round tables for guests to sit at.
We figured there wasn't enough room to fit the table and left the table there. It was too much trouble to get it out again.
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