As a rule, I don't remember my dreams. When I do, they're banal - shopping with the family, a day at work, things like that.

So the dream I had last night kinda stood out.

I dreamed that Lord Bargain, Swiss Toni, The Urban Fox and Graham were sharing a flat. Oddly enough (and this is absolutely no representation of my opinion of anyone's sexuality) everyone who visited their flat ended up blogging the following passage - "Somehow, I got shagged up the bum! I don't know how it happened, but I think someone got me drunk...". Weird, eh?

Anyway, in this dream, I wasn't going out with Charlie. Don't know if we'd split up or what, but I was in the process of meeting this blonde Jennifer Tilley soundalike (only british).

Now just lately my Dad's been taking me shopping of a Saturday morning. Sometimes I pay, sometimes he pays. This was the scenario for my dream, this new girlfriend person met my dad, then came round for dinner with Mom, who responded to her introduction with a pithy comment. The rest of the dream was took up reassuring this girl that it was still a good idea to date me.

When I told Charlie about the dream, I got drilled mercilessly about this other woman. Damned if I can't even get away with a bit of infidelity even in my dreams!

The meaning, I think, was to reassure me that the recent animosity between Charlie and my Mum isn't personal, that it's just the usual "protective mother resenting the woman who's taken her boy away" thing.

In the long run, I think it might have been easier for my subconscious to write me a note. Maybe then I might not be in the doghouse for dreaming about shagging someone else...even though I didn't. Tsk.