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A Hollywood producer with a huge special effects budget was directing my dreams the other night. Have you ever had an awesome dream that was so realistic that you can’t stop thinking about it? I watched as with shock and awe as a giant asteroid (somehow related to Mars) plummeted to Earth and impacted in the centre of an unnamed city way off in the distance. I felt the phattest bass of the shockwave rumble below my feet, and the flash was near blinding. Everyone around me went from standing still to a frenzied panic as we watched the glowing red blast wave heading for us consuming everything in its path. I toyed with the idea of jumping off a nearby bridge to my death so as to avoid facing becoming like a rag doll being tossed by the violent winds to my ultimate doom. Instead, to cut a long dream short, I found a moat in a farm (as you do in a big city), swam to the bottom, and held my breath as a fiery wind raced across above me. Whew! Then I woke up.

Who needs drugs when you’re me eh?

Dreams are a mighty strange thing. Last night I dreamt that Moose was hosting a ‘naked street party’ in my home town of Newcastle. Most of the usual sketchy suspects were there, including Alistair, RnR and some girls I’ll save from embarrassment by not mentioning their names. Somehow I managed to keep my kit on – possibly due to the fact that I was being hunted by a pair of Tyrannosaurus Rex in the previous dream, and didn’t want to be caught off guard. Yes, dreams are a mighty strange thing. Great party though Moose!