I had a fantastic set of dreams last night. Some fairly surreal, others very realistic.

I can probably break them down into three distincts sets.

The first involved a late night tube train and meeting a lovely Russian girl.

The second, most surreal, involved Monty, Mel and me.

The third was on a semi-tropical island and involved a terrorist/pirate camp taken up refuge in the local pub complex, military action and me trying to save my baby.

I feel a bit robbed, with a part of me missing, now I've woken up and realised that they didn't actually happen in this world though.