I dreamt I had a mental little brother who came home after doing a load of drugs. His face was green and he was out of control. I think he was scottish too. He had a massive knife and he wanted to fight me. I told him I didn't want to fight him and he said "Well you can either fight me, or I can stab you in the chest."
I managed to lock him in a room, my parents were there, my Dad was a massive bodybuilder and my Mum was exactly the same. I told my Mum she needed to ring A&E because my brother needed help. She kept ringing loads of hospital's A&E departments but they all said they had waiting lists, the nearest appointment was in 8 weeks and I pointed out we couldn't keep him locked in the room for that long.
8/10
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