My actual dreams are far stranger 

Last night I dreamed I had to introduce Nigel Farage to make a speech in Battle, Mark Thatcher was there as his agent and asked if he could borrow my shirt but then he didn't give it back so found myself shirtless in a pub holding a severed arm I'd found on the floor and offered it to Nigel - and then I woke up. Took a while to get back to sleep after that.