i think this was a combination of having had a rather long conversation with someone else in the day, ridiculing danny dyer for various reasons (as if you need one), and the thread last night about boys sleeping in girls' beds etc.
for some inexplicable reason, in the dream (or should i say nightmare), i was hanging out with danny dyer, it wasn't my house so i'm guessing it must have been his. what started to take place was basically a replay of something that happened irl with someone i knew at the time, i crashed, they started groping, so on and so forth. basically i was very clear about not fancying danny dyer, yet when he started groping me i was like "oh what the hell", but luckily just as we were about to get busy my alarm went off (i didn't even have anything to get up for but had forgotten to turn it off, which as i'm sure you understand i'm extremely grateful for). i didn't wake up entirely so somewhere between dream and waking i thought to myself "thank fuck that didn't happen" and went back to sleep, luckily not to the same dream though.