On Saturday night, I dreamt I was in my hometown, on the Promenade - which had suddenly moved half a mile closer to the beach. My dad owned a pretty successful bar on this new Promenade and was thinking of buying another bar. I was trying to advise him to buy into one that played swing music and Sinatra and stuff. Meanwhile, the sea, which doesn't usually come within a mile of the sea wall, was only a few metres away and the surf was really up (yeah, right), so I was trying to work out whether I would have enough time to go home to get my boogie board, so I could go pseudo-surfing before I woke up.

I think the weirdest thing about my dreams are my dreamscapes - I never dream of any place how it actually is, but have these dreamscape, that I use everytime I dream of that place, that don't usually have much bearing on reality. I have a couple of dreamscapes for my hometown's and Newquay's beach/sea/harbour because I have a general obsession about the sea and dream about it every other night or so (Newquay being my favourite dream location for some reason), but still they are the same couple of 'scapes each time. Plus, I just about always know that I am dreaming and with this in mind, I control my dreams to do stuff I won't do in reality. I have never died in a dream because I always wake myself up at the last minute (although as I am aware that I can do this, I now do the dreaming that I am awake thing before I do the actual awake thing). Dreams are way better than reality anyday.