Last night's dream:
I was the Pierce Brosnan James Bond. But I was also me. I could shape-shift and take either form.
I had to spy on my old, saddo group of friends for the government. I listened in on their conversations, and for some reason, I found out that there was a big gathering of criminal gypsies going down at some secret location.
So then, me and Chanelle from Big Brother went to infiltrate this caravan collective. We went to this underground hideout, and we got discovered. They beat us up, but we escaped, and blew it all up. When we emerged, we were in the car parks at Glastonbury. Then we were being chased by gypsies on motorbikes, and we had to jump on this luxury train that was setting off nearby. We just made it, and it was like a massive gigantic room inside, like on Loaded Weapon.
Then, me and Pierce Brosnan sort of separated, and Chanelle had to choose one of us to be with. She chose me, and I took her to a restaurant in this little town near Burnley called Padiham. Then we started sexytimes on the table, and I woke up.
Like my Nazi Germany dream, it was frighteningly vivid. Out of 10 on vividness = 9.