I’m visiting my parents for the Christmas holidays, and am certain that I have stranger dreams whilst here. Normally my dreams are completely unmemorable, but from the past two nights:
- Controlling Turk from Scrubs in a very violent (and quite glitchy) computer game. At the end of the level I progressed to the next, where my character suddenly morphed into Ned Flanders.
- Buying a blinged up robotic pony for one of my colleagues. Then the tech team had a Strictly-style competition to see who could program it with the best dance.
Perhaps it’s the cheese…