Dreams beget dreams. Having blogged, in the middle of the night, about a dream I couldn't remember, I had another one, more memorable.
I am close to being accepted for employment by the British Secret Service. In the final interview, a line of men in dark suits are lined up to ask me questions.
Then, standing beside me to my left, either Sebastion Coe or David Milliband begins to make a speech.
Apparently, the speech is so boring it wakes me up.
