Let me set the scene for you its a big big open green field and your in the middle of it. So with this little visual aid you might have an idea of how vastly big this empty field it and you are in the middle of it.
So there is absolutely nothing around you now, nothing at all but this bright red post box sitting in the middle of the field, completely out of place because there is nothing else.
Now you understand the expanse that is this field and the oddity of the postbox seeing a tree with a car in it in the middle of the field doesn’t fill it up. If I had jumped to this point straight away you might think this field to be crowded.
So with no hope of getting the car out of this time I set off towards the Post Box, I open it and laying at the bottom are handfulls and handfulls of Golden Pound coins Stirling. So I figure Hmm, must be there for a reason and start to get up when a hand is offered to me, its my Indian nephew as he pulls me up and I feel calm in his presence. We talk about his uncle that I don’t think is me and his tell me that “he likes his hair like that” and that he thinks I’m mischievous.So there you go truly bizarre but to me extremely vivid.
I could make use of that 10,000 Dreams book I have but its far too thick to go through and find out for sure.
Answers on a postcard please.