The Accident

I am at Hunters Bar and there has been accident in a shop.  

What's happening now is that the police have turned up and asked for people who have seen the accident themselves, because this drunk man has always had a few fights, but this time its more serious.

 But when the police get involved it gets even more messy and it causes this blockage in the road, which means that all the buses are not working. So I'm waiting for the bus, because I've gone down to Hunters Bar going to town to see my friend who lives in Walkley, because I hadn't been in Sheffield for a while.

 As I walk down to the park to get the bus, I see my mum on the way, and she says "look at the View over there, and the way the light catches on it, isn't that a wonderful site?!" and I looked and I see golden yellow leaves amidst a deep Blue Sky.  a beautiful site indeed. And then I encounter this whole scene where  two coaches have come to rescue those who were otherwise going to get on the bus.

 Here and there are fights breaking out, but anyhow we're all getting shoved into these coaches and and I wish I'd brought my bike now because I don't know where this bus is going and if I had my bike I could have chosen the route, and be half way to seeing my friend now.

Now its become a tennis coach and there a few changes with me because I have a handful of rice in my hand and I feel to throw it over my head like as a blessing, so I throw it around. 

 I'm sat at the back. 

There are a few people sat in front of me now and we have evolved into this other place, Its a School.

I've ended up with about 5 textbooks belonging to this guy called St Vince. Maybe he was a friend of Pete's or maybe during the wedding there was some left over things that have come up. 

My little brother is here now and has appeared but first my Dad; - I'm in the front room with my dad and talking to him about getting older and my fear of time passing and me missing my time, and he's showing me sculptures. He is Knowing Me. I will get some with the next thing, but the task today is that I must do some drawings. 

 This they said, and I'm in a way, have been making a head, and a I see how the particle he is with is the process, and how much she enjoys just giving it, and doing the simple things.  

I'm worried that my skills are passing without my awareness. But anyway, now to dial my little brother. He comes into the picture and helps me to relax saying "no point in worrying" and he says something about the time and doing the time.