29.3.11

This was one of those dreams that's messed up and you can't figure out the order of once you're awake. I was on holiday in the States somewhere, at some points it was Florida and others Alabama, and we drove past some giant flamingos... and into Northallerton again, which was the next town on from the ones we were at, meaning I'd lived right next to the USA all my life and not realised. I was also potentially pregnant, though I never found out if I was or not, because I woke up before I did a test or anything. It was a much more casual thing in the dream, though - no one seemed that bothered, not even me: in real life I'd be crapping my pants. And I met Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan, briefly. But then I got talking to who I thought was Steve Coogan and it was actually a woman.