Dreaming

I dreamed last night that I was visiting some sort of theme park with an ex and some dickheads I knew from university.  Phil Plait was looking after one of the attractions, and he was lovely.  My ex wandered off, and after Phil took my name, he mentioned that she had been looking for me, and scuttlebut reported that she felt that I had rejected her in favour of the dickheads I’ve earlier mentioned. My parents turned up, and from that point I went a bit psychotic.

On the bright side, there was some high-speed butt-sledding down the mountain, albeit with a skateboarder having a go at me.

When I woke up, I started writing down what I had dreamed.  But after the first paragraph, I realised I was only dreaming about waking up and writing.