It was one of those dreams that felt REAL. And nothing really, really ridiculous happened in it like the sofa turning into a tidal wave or anything. It was pretty good, I stole Boris Johnsons bicycle in it to go down the Pizza shop to buy a Pizza and get some draw from the delivery boy and Joanne Guest was fucking hot, hot, hot and me and Boris were vying for her affections. And I won, which was nice.