Dream from the mailbag:
I had a dream last night that my home town was a war zone.
My dad, me and another person were lined up in my sitting room, against the wall and there was a gunman pointing a gun at us…. He shot but nobody died, then I was running away through long grass and me and someone else entered this old mans house. He had only one room in the house with a chair and a tv. Everything had been robbed from him.
Then I left this house and two Pakistan boys were throwing bombs at me. I managed to dodge the bombs. I could see there were gun men on top of the roofs shooting down.
Then I remember being told that the war was over…