I dreamt that, being unable to afford to go on my group of friend's lad's holiday to Greece or where-ever, I decided to go on holiday by myself to one of the traditional seaside towns. In kind of dream montage I spent two weeks up there getting drunk in a variety of seedy bars, spending £37 in loose change on the slot machines, riding on trains around the town in nothing but my boxers and albion scarf and an encounter with a farmer of questionable sexual intent in the middle of the night on a motorway hard shoulder. Returning home it turned out my friends had an awful time and they were actually quite envious of my English north west coast Catcher in the Rye-esque experience