...that I was a scientist in a mysterious bunker, doing some sort of research for the government. I can't remember what, but it involved these strange green bubbling canisters, and occasional people wandering about with radioactive protection suits and/or serious expressions. Anyway, my job was to place these canisters into a chute which snapped shut after I put one in. But I was putting one in when I looked down at my hands and realised I wasn't wearing protective gloves... and then I realised I wasn't wearing a protective suit at all... and then I dropped the canister. Greenish fumes emanated, causing me to collapse unconscious. I dreamt...

...that I was about to score the winning goal in the final of the FA cup, only for Roger Whittaker to catch my eye and say in a low voice "you want to watch out for seagulls." Hopelessly distracted, I skidded madly on the turf into the goalpost, knocking me unconscious. I dreamt...

...that I was falling - but upwards - to the sky. Not your usual kind of dream about falling - and it wasn't about flying....flying would suggest control...this was falling the wrong way. As I fell upwards, faster and faster, and sometimes slower when certain denser clouds got in the way, I thought to myself "How odd! I am falling towa....." But I failed to finish my thought as my head hit the underside of a wing of jet airliner flying from Flanders to the New World...The bump on the head rendered me unconcious, and put me into a sleep where I dreamt...