Oh yes, also, I have been having incredibly realistic and surreal dreams of late. Last night was no exception.
For some incredibly bizzare reason, it featured Abi Harding, of Zutons fame, and her three sisters (does she even have three in real life?! who knows).
I don't remember all of it completely, but bits I remember: I walked up to her house, which was kind of a cross between a house and a trailer, and also had a tourbus (well, more of a van really) parked out the front. I knocked on the door and her dad answered. I asked to speak to her and she came to the door and I reminded her of who I was, and for some reason she thought I was a sales person (I was wearing all white, no idea why) and tried to ignore me and so I spoke a bit quicker and reminded her again and she remembered who I was. So we went for a wander and came across her three sisters, with whom we went shopping, and then to the cinema. Don't know which film we saw, but there were annoying little kids in the audience. Then, I'm not sure how we got there, but all of a sudden we were in a cable car going down the side of a mountain, just chatting.
That's all I remember, but it seemed to last ages and ages, but yes, my subconscious has also apparently gone a bit mad.