Dreams seem to be a recurring theme of today. Woke to a mail detailing two interesting dreams. Then found this rather odd article which tied in nicely with one of the dreams mentioned in this morning's mail. Perhaps you should send in your football one Brad!

Dreams are funny things. I know all about the reasoning about it being the subconscious making sense and storing the details of the day and all that.

Those dreams you have though, the ones that seem so real when you wake that it takes a short while to realise they are not true. I hate those. I once had one that ryan was kissing a girl from Emmerdale, I was so cross and upset when I woke up that I was horrible to him and even when I realised it wasn't true, I remained cross with him for the rest of the day! How irrational is that?

It feels like I have not had a dream in ages. Given a choice I would have one where Andrew Flintoff comes along with a white goat and whisks me off into the sunset... making sure that there is room for the cats as well of course ;)

Anyway, I need to sleep now and hope that Freddie appears. So a BIG well done to my kids on their performance this evening - you did us all proud.

Yawn...Andrew...goat...cats...sunset... If I keep saying it then maybe I will dream it after all! :) Andrew...goat...cats...sunset...