I think I had George Russell's dream the other night. I was in a Mercedes F1 car, and I'd qualified on the front row. But, as I pulled up on the starting grid, I couldn't see where the signal lights that would indicate the start were. I kept looking around, waiting for the start, and they didn't seem to be anywhere. Eventually (well, after a few seconds) I just went (and the rest of the field followed) and I was on the radio to my engineer asking, "Did I jump the start? I couldn't see the lights."
I expect that George Russell is wondering why he had a dream about printing church bulletins.