Mr Sandman

The only thing I don't like about hot weather, other than sweaty smelly people on public transport, is that it seems to make my dreams much more vivid than normal.

Add to this the fact that I read Harry Potter book 6 in under 6 hours on Saturday, and you can imagine the strange dreamworld I got dropped into. I was running up and down endless flights of winding stone stairs, hearing footsteps behind me, fighting and shouting always near but just out of sight. My pursuer was gaining on me, and there was no power in me to run any faster - that dream feeling when your body slows and stops obeying your dream self, no matter how hard you try to run faster.

I felt a hand finally grab my ankle, pulling me down the staircase off balance... and into Beano's arms, the last time we... well, you know, and dream blurred into memories, and I woke up with his whispered words still vibrating in my ear.

Nothing like the Ghost of Lovers Past to start the week off badly.