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┬ácompetition to see who could program it with the best dance.

Perhaps it’s the cheese…

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