Dreams can come true...in this case I bloody well hope not

So, I've been sleeping a bit better recently. While this rocks, and means that I can actually haul my ass out of bed in the mornings without being dragged out by the feet by The Fiance, it also means I have to deal with more dreams, that now seem even more fucked up than usual

In one sense, last night's dream ruled. I dreamt I was locked in Hummus Bros. in the West End, with a bucket of tabblouleh and as much chickpea goodness as I cared to shovel into my mouth.

In another sense, the dream totally sucked ass. In that I was locked in Hummus Bros. with Porkpie from Desmonds and Grace from Big Brother. Still, neither of them decked me, which is more than can be said for Tweedy.