My first ever that I can remember, I was running and scared and then I look up and there is a gang of kids and I'm running from them. It's scary and I wake up.
The next night I go out drinking with friends of my cousins in the Gold Coast.
I was there on holiday with my cousins, we were best mates back then.
My cousins friends were 17, I must have been 15-16 years old and it was schoolies. We drink down by the beach at Coolangatta, we talk nonsense and start walking, looking for chicks.
A couple of guys walk down an alley because they think they see girls, I followed not far behind (chicks!). Suddenly I see a punch thrown then all hell breaks loose, it was some Aboriginal kids hanging out and they didn't like us being there.
We ran, they belted a few of us, nobody got proper hurt, and we got away. It was scary, and I was young and innocent.
What the hell are prophetic dreams?