When have you ever heard of anyone coming from Coventry? There's nothing there!

Weird dream last night. I was holidaying with the family on something that was part holiday camp, part cruise ship and part giant train. At one point it rolled upside down so we could see the bottom of the sea/river through the skylight, at another point I was ambling around a place at the edge of the holiday place where there was a duck pond, and I saw the edge of it, with the banks of a river passing by on the other side of the wall. At one point I either fell or jumped off, and the moving holiday camp thing (which was definately a train when viewed from outside) went off and left me in the middle of nowhere. I remember wandering around trying to find a phone to call them and tell them to come back, and found myself in Ipswich, which was basically just the Westgate end of Canterbury, but with even more Chavs. I remember being really horrified - apparently, Ipswich was the worse possible place I could end up in, and when I finally phoned the holiday train thing, they responded with 'Oh my God, not Ipswich!'

Anyway, they came back to get me.

Then I think I was eating ham with Derren Brown and flirting shamelesly with him. I think I said something along the lines of 'Oh yeah, I'll eat your meat* if you want me to'.
(*meaning the ham, obviously.)

When I woke up I was trying to explain to myself that Coventry couldn't possibly exist, and it was all just a giant conspiracy.

Crazy.