I had a horrible one last night. England were invading us. They were heading to central Scotland though because that's where the 'battle' was taking place but to get there they had to march (aye, march) through Dumfries. For some reason they were starting from the Whitesands down by the River Nith and I had a look to see and the whole areas was swarming with millions of them about to set off. It was a mad dash to get back in the car and get my family in (particularly my daughter I can recall) in the car and get as far away as possible because we had no protection whatsoever as all our defences were up the road. It was a really bonkers dream but one of those ones that make you really really unsettled during it and after you wake up. When I woke up I lay for about 5 minutes thinking about it and even now when thinking about it it's still a strange feeling. The main theme throughout it was the sheer panic of my daughter getting hurt or worse. I think that's why it was so unsettling. A work colleague (and an extremely nice guy) lost his daughter (23 yo) last week and though I never knew her I felt upset for the guy. When I was told his news I was bathing my wee girl and couldn't imagine what he was going through. I expect the two things are connected and that's my subconscious being a c**t.