Holiday conspiracy

(dreamt a few weeks ago)


I was on holiday with a group of people in the countryside, and discovered a secluded sort of hippy community living across the river in teepees. Later when going back to visit a second time, I jumped onto a passing barge to grab an easy lift down the river, intending to jump off when the barge slowed down. But it didn't slow down, it sped up like a train and I was trapped on board for hours.

Eventually the boat reached a grotty sort of airport/depot and I noticed a Qantas plane preparing to leave, so I thought I would stow away to (implausibly, of course) get back to where I started. While hiding on the plane I bumped into Adam, the Irish guy I met in Morocco this year, who was also stowing away. I realised the plane was actually going to the UK but just then we were discovered, but the pilot seemed to be expecting me, and said "Mister Groves, we have a seat for you in First Class, welcome aboard". I was initially tempted by such a free flight but realised I didn't want to go back to the UK, and I was suspicious of why 'they' knew I was there and were so keen to get me back. So I gave my passport to Adam and told him to pretend to be me and get a free flight home (or near enough).

A little later I was sneaking around an old rundown railway station, which was being used by authorities as somewhere to house migrant workers from Eastern Europe. However in one room I discovered a group of my friends who were all being returned home by force from their holidays (though the door wasn't locked!), and while talking to them, some sort of guarwas heard to be coming, so I hid in a large wooden chest and listened. He talked about how all the people in the room simply had work that needed doing so they were being repatriated for their own good, because work is important. He sat on the chest at one point and seemed to know I was there, and eventually lifted the lid. I confronted him angrily about the injustice of forcibly returning people to their jobs before they had finished their holidays, said I would blow this wide open to the media, etc. He just kept saying "but you have a National Bank brochure to do..."

The end (beep goes my alarm clock)