So I had a dream yesterday. A dream in HiDef and Dolby DTS on a world sized TV. I was camping with friends and family. It was raining. Eventually everyone got fed up and decided en masse to head back to London as it was too wet. Water had flooded through my tent and I was soaked but I still wanted to stay and got in a bit of a sulk with them. Ended up in the back of the van, we get stuck in a flooded ditch which appears to run across the gated entrance to the farm we’re in which appears to be off a small Norfolk road, the type I used to zoom about on when I was a kid. We get free and we’re driving along and see a huge hill, just as the sun comes out. We decide to stop and scoot to the top of the hill to look about. Storm clouds gather and the sky darkens, it’s at this point we notice the dim dull yellow orange of fire on the horizon, Londonwards. We climb down the hill again, me having made a flippant comment about how maybe we shouldn’t bother going back to London after all. The hill looks familiar, like one we went up once in Winchester. We arrive back in London to discover riots. Shops and houses burnt out. Cars overturned. We try and find possessions but for no real reason we appear to have scarpered to the countryside where we end up in a huge house owned by someone. That someone doesn’t know we’re there and we all have to be hidden. I’m left in a tiny room in an attic. I am not happy about this. Especially as it looks like my old room and is much too small to live in. I decide to head back to my flat, knowing it should be fine, being on the 5th floor. There’s someone with me, trying to talk me out of it but I don’t know who. I find my flat and sit up high, far above the flaming buildings below me. They can’t touch me. I draw the curtains. The tops of which catch fire. I run to the kitchen, throw a washing up bowl’s worth of water at the curtains, they don’t go out. The smoke is unbearable. Then I wake up. I drift back to sleep again to have an equally disturbing and real seeming dream of a more personal sort. Something somewhere seems wrong. Something in my mind is trying to tell me that something’s wrong but I don’t know what. Or so it would seem. Curious?