...that I'd woken up. Or had I in fact woken up? I wasn't sure, so I attempted to get out of bed, only to realise that despite being in my bed I was not in fact in my bedroom, but on top of a mountain. Satisfied I was still dreaming, I snuggled back under the covers and dreamt...

*wakes up*

I do fancy analysis, if you get my drift.

. . . my best friend fell in love with a giant white octopus that lived in the pond near her house. She would ride on one of it's arms every day and she would bounce up and down and get really wet and not care.