Week 11 My world by Tom

I was in a dream where I was flushed down a toilet and I was in a place where all of the people from my stories were in my back garden. Gucci  Granny flew up to one of the boys and asked, ‘Do you hate marmite?’. ‘No’, he said ‘I like marmite’. We heard her phone ring. ‘I have to go’, she said because another boy is misbehaving. As she flew off, marmite fell out of her pocket. She said it might come in handy. I started to walk over to the flying car and ‘Faranka Bottom’ asked if I needed oil. I said that I had marmite. ‘That will do’, he replied. I gave it to him and walked off. I looked above my head and saw all my comments.