Gotta tell ya! I had a nightmare. I have vivid ones caused by my PD medication. Elvis got into my house, I could see his outline clearly on the upstairs hall outside our bedroom (only I wasn't there....I was downstairs at 4am on a swivel chair where I had been drumming on my iPad; ...........don't ask!) He turned into a monster and kept digging a gun in my back All he would say....time and again was "Make me some tea....Mutha/F'er........make me some tea Mutha/F'er" and he had a hissing high pitched whinnying laugh. I turned and struggled to get his gun from him when there was an enormous bang and I felt this terrible impact to my face. I then found myself dazed and confused and prostrated on the floor of the living room. I had fallen asleep mid drum (Rolling Stones Jumping Jack Flash) and as I slid to the side of the swivel chair it had tipped sideways...then my considerable weight made it swing and tilt forwards and I was ejected to the floor whilst still asleep. The terrible impact was my face hitting the floor. Thank god for quality deep pile Axminster loom! The fragrant Mrs T ran down from our bedroom at all the commotion and unsympathetically b*ll*cked me for falling asleep downstairs and then waking her with my crashing and bashing about I laughed til I cried and my ribs hurt at the fantastical night I had just had.....and Elvis truly had left the building!