Had this really strange dream last night. On top of complaining to Mum about how I wanted to visit these strange shops and resturants that turned up on what was apparently Thanet Way and walking around a sort of country lane, I actually met a dream-version of Barack Obama (don't ask, I'd rather not try to figure out my subconscious).

Strangely, for a dream, it was all rather coherent. He was accompanied by his wife and he shook my hand as though I was politician, outside a house in a town that had been appearing rather frequently in my dreams now, and acted as though I was some kind of politician or dignitary (God forbid). Then we started walking down a hight street talking to each other. I remember he asked me about who I was most loyal to. I said "To God, to the Queen and to my country, in that order" and asked him the same thing. He replied that he was loyal to his people.

I should probably pay closer attention to what I'm eating and what I'm watching before I go to bed...although I can't say for sure what those were that particular night.