Dream. Murder mystery
I'm lying in the grass eating biscuits, hiding, when I hear a shot. 'Ralph! Ralph!' someone is screaming. I get up, pick up my gun, and climb over the wall. There's a dead body, gunshot wound to the chest. Everyone is staring at me. 'What?' I ask, 'What? I wasn't even in shot! I was eating biscuits!' I'm not sure they believe me.
I look around and see a man in a blue coat on a bike pedalling away furiously further along the river. 'Look! Him! There!' I yell, but they're busy looking at my gun.