Picture these scene: It’s a warm summer evening. The slightest of breezes wraps around you. You can smell the heat of the day lingering in the air, filling your lungs with golden, saccharine scent.
The lake before you glistens like a million beautiful diamonds scattered across a green, blue blanket. The velvet tones of Ottis Reading play through your head. You look at Lisa, and nervously ask if she’ll ever leave her husband for you. She says nothing, but the way she slowly looks to the ground, her head hanging mournfully, speaks a thousand words.
And then some arse turns up and wangs a load of Sodium Metal in the river, which instantly explodes several times.
Lisa’s off. The moment’s over. The dream quickly becomes a nightmare.