I don't usually remember what I dreamt the night before and according to experts 68% of us don't with an average of 10 dreams a week. Now I'm not one for keeping a dream diary - that smacks of being a little weird and I'm not one who really wants to read too much I to these things.

I know I'm one of those 68% that don't remember my dreams so when I do remember one - it's kind of surreal and you kind of hope it's got some sort of magic powers of predicting your fate or future - absolute junk probably but there you go, my first reaction.

So anyway, Saturday morning I woke up to a dream - and I dare say, I wanted to go back to sleep to continue it - I remember the last bit really well( and it involved a candles a tree-house and a beautiful foreign girl), so I tried to "get back" by persuading myself I was sleeping and just needed to be seamlessly transported back. That unfortunately, didn't work - I just got up and had breakfast remarkably disappointed. So I'm kinda a bit jilted missing the girl of my dreams for a bowl muesli.


So from this experience I can say that I found my dream girl but the route to my heart seems to be via my stomach.