ACC Tony Nicholson: ACC Tony Nicholson: Around the time I passed out as a PC I started having this dream. In my dream I was walking down the street in my uniform, walking my beat, when I realized, without turning around, that someone was following me. A man. An ordinary man. Nondescript. No one I'd ever met or seen in real life. But the look on his face told me I wasn't a stranger to him. Oh no, he knew everything about me, alright. Been on my trail for years, maybe since childhood, maybe since the cradle. And when I did turn around, he wouldn't drop his eyes or cross the street or look in a shop window he'd just stand there staring at me as if to say, yup, here I am and you'll never shake me off, no matter where you go or how high you climb Had that dream or variations of it for fifteen years. Then one day I walk into a pub off Leicester Square and the man in my dream serves me. Looks me right in the eye and asks me what I'm having. I couldn't speak, couldn't answer. I left the pub and waited across the street until closing time. Then I followed him home to a room in Dulwich and beat him to death in his bed. Never had the dream again.