Shoe-in for “Best Appearance in Someone Else’s Dream” BAFTA

Had an email from internetsdairy yesterday morning:

I just awoke from a dream in which you – you – were training some secret terrorists. You were doing so by taking them Western movies (The Lion King, Cocoon etc) hidden in ‘adult’ DVD covers in a carrier bag. You fiend! I was going to tell the police on you, but then I woke up.

They were democratic terrorists – you didn’t think there was enough democracy in Britain.

I hope there is no truth to these nocturnal rumours.

It turns out the ending was even more of a cliffhanger than he had made out—internetsdairy tells me that just before he woke up he was crossing the road to report my activities to a policeman, while I was on the phone trying to organise a hit to get him taken down before he could talk.


A reconstruction of the terrifying concluding moments of internetsdairy’s dream