as i go into the school hall, i know my three friends, one of whom i'm related to, are going to stab me in the back. i put my hand to the small of my back in preparation for the blow. as the three knives go in they each hurt me in slightly different ways. my back feels as though it is a gaping hole, empty and weak.

they leave me there for dead, bleeding all over the floor. but i'm not dead, and somehow manage to pull myself up and stagger zombie-like to a top floor flat in brooklyn where my now much-more-than-usual italian mother makes me a cup of tea. i have to hide under a table in the living room when the mafia friends that stabbed me come over to lie to her about what happened. i could fight, but i am still weak, and i cannot go to a doctor or they will find me. i say goodbye to my parents forever and tell them i can never contact them without putting them in danger so i just won't.

later, when i get more strength, i go to a restuarant in town and find angela lansbury and tell her everything that happened and she says "well, you know... in your position my dear, what i would really do is run, as far as you can go." i decide not to run away, however, and as i leave the room i open a fake door which is 30 stories up and i drop down to the ground. the city is a rabbit hole, and i feel my wounds shrink into painless scars the size of paperclips.

jess and i are at sea, on a grey day, and the weather is bad so we realise we're not going to make it home. i leave her and decide to go into space, but i have to go to a preliminary meeting first. At this meeting someone sees a small alien, the Sigourney Weaver variety, which I recognise from the film and proceed to tell everyone we should kill it. Everyone is apathetic, not wanting to be shown up in front of the others. Eventually I get a portly policeman to help me scorch it, except unfortunately it manages to get away at the last minute. It gets lost in the crowd, the policeman shrugs, and I go over to a group of the mission potentials and say: this mission is doomed, you know, we'll all come back with aliens inside us. The others say they don't mind though - (aren't aliens caught by sharing saliva anyway? we can avoid that) - they just want to go into space even if it kills them. (It WILL kill them) Ah, I say. Well I'll leave you to it then. The whole affair feelt thoroughly english as I walked away.

i was given a dalmatian, which i had to keep under the operating table because he was scared. eventually i was forced to leave it there, something about the job, and i went home crying about it, incredulous that i could have abandoned it like that. then one of my flatmates brought the dog home to our small yellow room, bleeding, and unconscious, but alive. he handed it to me, and it got smaller as he passed it over, and once it was in my hands i turned the pages of its body and read what had happened to it in my absence and cried again.

we were snowboarding indoors through some kind of marshmallowy substance which made it very difficult to turn but very easy to stop. eventually I did better by putting more weight on my back foot. we got to the bottom of the tunnels to a long footpath that led to a huge tree village. on getting to the trees we had to run and hide because the orcs were coming. the two elderly people everyone hated found a wedding chapel and got married quickly, knowing they were going to die, and everyone found it cute even though we hated them. we rushed to the top of the highest tree in the village only to find that it had been turned into an irish-themed bar, so everyone drank stout, wearing dark hats, while we waited for the orcs to find us.

i visit bianca in hamburg and she is preparing to get married. before, she wants to finish her short story about a grey-haired woman who married the wrong person and remained for ever in love with another man. i remember how to say good morning and buy cigarettes from a kiosk at the train station. i don't remember how to say Chewing Gum.

we play golf with some very respectable strippers who are slowly taken away in a lorry one by one as the game progresses. the course takes us over a small fishing harbour, along the sea wall lined with seagulls. then we are left at the end of the course in a building housing a huge corporation. i lead my friend out as we are chased by men (i know the secret exit through the basement because at familiarisation they showed it to us so we were prepared for terrorist and zombie attacks).

I was sent back in time and ended up in the holocaust. I was trapped in tunnels, and knew I was being hunted by nazis. Something struck me on the head and when I woke up I was in a pile of corpses being thrown into a mass grave. I managed to crawl away, though my bones ached and I was suddenly painfully thin. I had been easily mistaken for a corpse. One of the people helping to throw bodies in to avoid death himself saw me and wrapped me in a blanket and took me to a group of prisoners sitting in the corner of the camp. No one would give me anything to eat as it was too difficult and they didn't want to risk themselves. Then, a nazi officer came by and carried me into his home - an odd wooden underground lodge with no furniture, but very clean. He said he'd look after me for the rest of the war and asked me when I'd last eaten. I said I hadn't eaten since the first year because someone had starved me intentionally. He said it was okay. He knew I wasn't meant to be there. That he was a time traveller too and would make sure I got back to my own time once it was safe to leave. In the meantime, there were dark, large monsters underground, and I had to sit in the clean wooden room alone.

i own a big lassie-type-dog who is standing on his back feet in the next room face punching velociraptors.

walking past a field, i saw a girl, scared, inside it. i made eye contact with her and she smiled, stopped running, and walked over to me. "you made me feel safe" she said. "actually, i used my powers to make that tree make you feel safe" i said. we walked through the field together, down to the water's edge, where we saw three teenaged boys trying to bury the body of a girl in the mud. we didn't know what to do, so we smiled at them and pretended not to see, and kept walking. i felt sure something bad was going to happen to the girl i found, so i took her to see my family, who drove us to japan in the 1700s. we saw junks in the bay from the top of a mountain, and greener sat in the back being shown how to play a puzzle game the wrong way.

jonty and i sit on a bench in the park area in front of the town hall, chatting, in Hill Valley on November 12th 1955. when the storm comes we sit surrounded by the threat of lightning but know, naturally, exactly where it will strike. we watch the clock tower get hit and the subsequent disappearance of the De Lorean from a very pleasing angle that wasn't in the film.

going back to topsham we looked towards the estuary and watched the waters explode into wavy palaces. tall and dancing, flecked in deep grey and purple, they looked ready to crash, but my friend put the car in gear and we drove away. i put the music on but i can't remember what it was. maybe some kind of getaway music?

we had to move the bed i sleep in, but in order to do this, it had to have a series of small fires lit on it. daz helped me to light nine fires, in sequence, anti-clockwise around the bed. the bed span in a circle as we did this. once we'd finished this and put them out again one by one, the bed was in a forest, and i got inside and went to sleep.

i was standing in a bathtub, back pressed against cold tiles, watching my mother give birth to me. there were lots of other people in the room. she was afraid. she knew i would tear her body apart and she was afraid. then, suddenly, she pushed, and i was born, covered in blood, amidst blood, smiling. she got out of the bath, gave me to myself, and left, saying something like "it's your job to look after this now".

also i ended up going to a writer's conference on jersey with my friend jess, and in the room next to ours we could hear jane calling out the viewing times for jonathan creek to kieron. *shrugs*

i killed hitler. it was great. i was out with my dad, then hitler came along wearing a 1940s dress (which made sense), then my dad said we had to go, then i killed him.

the village my parents live in, topsham, was discovered to have been founded in 1515 which, it turns out, was only 200 years ago. as soon as the pub on the high street discovered this, it changed its name to Spectoral Will Bullion and painted its signs grey. then we find out that topsham was founded on the site of ancient bermuda, and is actually far out at sea, and not in south devon at all. because of this, the americans decide to bomb us, and everything in topsham - from the Bon Bon sweetshop to the Lighter Inn and bus stop - is destroyed. the flames tear through our houses, and our parents' houses, but we're all like "hey, we're in bermuda - cool"

couple of days ago:

jim and i try to find a church to go to the toilet in. we find one in a field. there are lots of non-christians milling around and i think they're all trying to find the toilet. we go inside and get to this big room with lots of cubicles down either side. they look like toilets, with wooden doors, but inside each one is only a little pew and a tiny bidet. jim and i are very confused. "is this how christians go to the toilet?" we wonder. eventually we find one with a toilet, but i don't remember using it.

mum, dad and i rented a house on the slopes of vesuvius. someone threw a tennis ball at me but i ducked and it ripped a big chunk out of the mountain. the volcano started to erupt and we decided it was time to leave. tom sawyer was there too and recommended rafting but we decided it would be too warm for that. we left, but all the animals were left behind, and we all felt very sad. no one mentioned that i should probably have just let the tennis ball hit me. we ended up near a waterfall later and i lost my family in the spray.

i meet the perfect guy on holiday in the country. we go out a few times, then we stay together for the rest of the holiday, a few weeks. it's all just right - not too cute, a little stupid, and it works. he really likes me, and it's all going well. suddenly i feel certain that we'll be together forever. then, one evening, the landlady tells me he's talking to another woman on the phone outside. i go out and it's true. i just stand behind him, incredulous. he turns round and sees me, hangs up, and is horrified that i overheard him. "it's too late, it's just too late" he keeps on muttering, and goes back to the house and kills the landlady using a bulldozer. he buries her and although i feel sad, i mostly just think "typical melodramatic boys". then there's a big fight starring most of the cast of angel and we all dress up in other people's clothes to escape. it's fun.

in california by the sea. i need to rent a room for the night. it's jeff brown's bed & breakfast. he gives me a room, and a paper key that i won't need to use. there are some germans with a small child staying. they're having trouble with their car. i walk to work the next day, and by the time i get there it's time to go home again. i get back to the bed & breakfast and jeff brown and i watch cartoons until it's time to go to bed.

i'm watching a couple have a conversation in bed. he is a man, she is a unicorn with enormous breasts. she thanks him for having taken her to the circus, but is still unsure why he wanted her to see all the other freaks. he's not sure why she's a bit upset. in the end they talk about this new italian restaurant they're going to open up. then i realise they're actually in bed inside an italian delicatessen, which i understand is being sold to them, so that they can turn it into a restaurant. i look outside. seems like a nice area. think it's boston.