the night before the night before last all of london was 10 ft under water and we rowed around buckingham palace, sliding the boat over the gates. and the water was 10ft above the land (exactly as it curves and everything) at all times and so we were up and down and sliding around in relation to the ground, not in a proper gravitational fashion. we couldn't get up to any of the tall buildings because the water was only available from the ground up, and not on any of their sides.

nazis. adolf hitler is holding me hostage in the basement, along with four others, and we cannot get out. we get him to go downstairs, and consider trapping him in the under-basement, but then get too scared. eventually the war ends and he flees, but he does not die.

my friend and i are then imprisoned in a different dungeon, and the only way out is to telephone the elderly jailer and tell her the name of the correct song title. i tell her one and she starts to laugh, then she sings down the phone at me. apparently mine doesn't sound enough like brighton seafront. she's a sadist.

then, my cell-mate announces that she's going on holiday for two weeks, so i decide that this will be the perfect opportunity to make my escape. in the dream, it doesn't occur to me that i should just request holiday time too and then just avoid going back.

i go to a stables run by anthony stewart head and he invites me in smiling. he's not wearing glasses. on an island reminiscent of mariokart and we're looking for a boy of some description, but it's really bad and the weather's wrong and i don't think we know how to find him

i'm a witch flying around london with a friend. we get into buckingham palace. we disgard black robes and cats and then in order to escape we run, leap and take off. we fly through the light and everybody sees us but we never stay long enough to care to hear what they are saying about us.