A few days ago, I had a pretty strange dream. Naturally (Freud), Dream Works had kicked-in, so I only remember a little. My dream involved my second in command and I having to travel to somewhere (I know not where) with haste (I don’t recall why either). We went by car, although I’m sure I had my travel card. Once in the car, I noticed that the passenger front window had been replaced with cardboard; secured with duct tape. And then I realised that the car was blue rather than white. Metallic blue. Somehow I could see the exterior of the car while inside. The blue, metallic, car was suffering from a bad case of corrosion. Really bad. Well, it was an old Ford, so that was understandable. I couldn’t quite make out the model, but it was wedge-shaped.

When I questioned my second in command, she informed me that Daisy, our car, had been exchanged for the rusty metallic blue Ford wedge.

And, minutes later, we were in a very much rustier, white van. Apparently because I’d complained about swapping Daisy for the blue rusty Ford. So we proceeded on our way in a rusty white van. To where, I’ve no idea. Or why.