Had a huge argument with an illogical cash dispenser while trying to sort something on my brother's bank accounted. After attacking it with my shoe (very Cleese like) I retreated a short distance to see the growing queue and then mistakenly accepted a lift back by some nutter in a vile cream coloured Korean sports car who got lost and stuck in mud when he tried to turn round in someone's garden. When eventually got back (to Brighton's Churchill square that strangely was now in Oz) the cash machine was boarded up and everyone I'd been with was missing and then the alarm went off
WTF is all that about and YTF do I still remember it so clearly? (I never remember that much detail)
Maybe that was reality and this is the dream?