Last night I dreamt I went clothes shopping (in London I think) with Alison Goldfrapp.
She arranged to meet me in a small unassuming boutique, but when I got there it was full of plush carpets, and fancy wallpaper and personal staff.
What seemed to happen is, Alison would try something on, then suggest I tried something on, and whilst I was in the changing room she'd go to the next shop without telling me.
I don't think she meant to do it on purpose, but I did get a little bit sick of trying to find her. And after a while I went home.