I had 3 dreams last night. All of them quite bizarre.
1: I was convinced that it was Saturday morning.
2: I went out with my brother to play darts, but ended up playing tennis with Pete Blythe & lost (the sun was in my eyes).
3: I was on a metro, it derailed in Northallerton, skidded across the roundabout nr Kwikfit & nearly crashed into the Tanner Hop. When I rang mum to tell her, she told her about a tasty spag bol dinner that she'd just cooked!
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