15.3.12

I dreamt I'd planned a whole weekend with my friends Beth and Chloë at a Christian sort of thing. It was at this bloke's house down near London somewhere but he lived up a sheer cliff face which we had to climb. The bloke was really weird and a bit creepy. I didn't want to stay the whole weekend so I persuaded Chloë and Beth to leave with me on the Saturday night. It turned out the man was a relative of Chloë's but she found him creepy as well. The girl from uni who looks like Lavender Brown was there and she gave us a lift back (we'd spent loads of money on pre-booked train tickets).

On the Sunday, I went to see my nana who died last year, but in the dream she was still alive. She was talking to my auntie in her rose garden, so I went into her summer house and started listening to Duran Duran's album Duran Duran. When I came out they asked me about one of the songs in particular, which in the dream, from what they were saying, was Careless Memories.

John Taylor was in the secret garden part of the back garden, answering fan questions. I went up to him and stared, really obviously, at his fringe, which sort of graduated from light to dark. We got talking about our fringes, and how we bleached them, and how you shouldn't put layers of bleach on in case the hair snapped clean off. I ended up telling him he was the most beautiful man in the world in a really embarrassing, fangirlish sort of way and it got a bit weird after that.