My NES is back, it's official. I had a huge sausage in the middle of the night (let us not go into Freudian interpretations of that). The dreams I had are, well, predictably strange. Luckily I am not alone; Lilly Allen tweets:
I always have weird dreams after eating steak for dinner. Last night I became Harry Styles' interior designer (not a euphemism) .
— lilyrosecooper (@lilyrosecooper) July 24, 2012