Dream, 21st February, Grace

The sky was blue and I was walking. The air smelt of freshly cut grass and it tickled my nostrils. Clutching my water bottle, I decided to stride on. I heard a chipping sound, as if someone was chiseling away at stone. I turned to my left and there it was – Mount Rushmore. In the distance. I had no idea how I’d stumbled across it. I started to walk towards it and as I did, I could see what the chipping sound was – someone hanging off the rock, in an abseiling harness. I then realised it was a very sweaty Donald Trump and he was etching his face into the rock, right next to George Washington.

Then I woke up.