Anytime I've been waking up, I've just been like sleep. Honestly pure mine and scratch a madcat. When I get like that, I end up having these mad dreams. Real dreams. Can't decide if it actually happened. There's been one that's been pulling on me. Me, my sister and my da. And we're having a party. But it's happening up Funace, but that cannot be done. I'm like go, go, go. Here! Watch this! Just start your tightrope walking and everyone was laughing bold as brass. Even the police. Then I fell off. But I cant remember if I harmed anyone. So I phoned my da. Hello? Oh, hello son. Dad, were we up at Furnace? Are you on something son? No, I'm confused you see. Were we? Dad, just answer it. Did I fall off a tightrope hanging? What? What's happened to you son? Da, I just want to know. I could be in trouble with the police. Hey cool, enough's enough. Just leave it. Bastard never gave me a straight answer. Were we or were not above Furnace? I suppose we'll never know.