Last night I had a horrific dream, involving me burning down my flat (a cushion caught fire, it was a case of spontaneous combustion)and then doing the same all over again when it was rebuilt. The second time I also managed to kill the neighbours, and the police wanted me for arson.
I was devasted to lose all my worldly goods, all my boring paperwork had to be re-applied for, all the photos of my dead relatives etc etc.
I woke up with a banging headache and a feeling of nervous disquiet. I have spent the morning unplugging anything that doesn't need to be on and checking my smoke alarms.
Now I feel a lot better.
Because at least I wasn't poked by Paul Daniels.