I never dream at uni. A strange observation I made over Christmas this year when I was back at home and noticed the only times I ever dream are when I am in my 'real' bed. However, last night broke the rule, and it did so spectacularly.

Last night my particularly vivid imagination conjured up me sitting at a street bar or cafe at the top of a hill with my family. Suddenly I see a strange elephant-headed animal run across the street. It disappears out of view behind the back of one of the people at the table, then reappears to scurry up a fairly concealed pathway amongst some greenery. If this isn't strange enough, another two appear, just as before and do exactly the same thing.

Next I'm inside with everyone (inside what, I don't know) and there is a crocodile, or it could be an alligator sitting on the floor. Naturally no one is too pleased to see it and there is a lot of running about and jumping on furniture to avoid it. It's chasing us all around until I find a very large kitchen knife. The crocodile gets up on its hind legs briefly and lunges at me. Towering above me, I hold the knife out in front of me with both hands (which now looks smaller, but sharper) and the croc drops forward and would have landed right on top of me if it hadn't fallen onto the outstretched knife, skewering itself completely.

I woke up in a cold sweat, two seconds before my alarm went off. What's that all about then? Anyone understand dreams? Am I regailing a previous life as Saint George?