I had a dream last night. No, stick with me. In it, I dreamt, for whatever reason, about Britney Spears. She told me that she really was pregnant, and that she was going to announce this fact in the British press in the morning (ie, today).
How freaked out was I today, at the bus stop, when I saw a guy reading a copy of The Mirror with the headline BRITNEY: I AM PREGNANT on the front cover? I mean, of all the people in the world I could share a psychic link with, does it have to be Britney Spears? At the very least, could it be someone I could have an interesting conversation with? Bah.
I had a dream one night when I dreamt I was watching the TV report on a football game – Manchester United won 2-1, I forget who the other team were, and Roy Keane got sent off. I was more than a little perturbed to come downstairs the next morning and see the exact same match reported as I’d dreamt it, even with Roy Keane getting sent off and everything. Spooky.