Had another really weird dream last night. I dreamed that I was in France with my family and it was the day of my sister's wedding (she didn't get married in France). She got into a car to take her to the wedding venue. I was about to get in the car but realised that I'd forgotten my fags (I don't smoke), so I did a dive and roll manoeuvre (in my bridesmaid dress!) through the automatically closing garage door to get back into the house to find them. I eventually located them down the back of the toilet.
I came out of the house again to find my parents waiting outside. They had sent away the car that was supposed to take them to the wedding venue as they didn't want it waiting around. This meant that we had to go and find a car to take us to the wedding, so we walked out front and waited on the street. Within minutes we were surrounded by crowds of people; they appeared from everywhere. Unfortunately, French people don't understand the concept of queuing, so every time a taxi pulled up someone shoved in front of us and got in it.
Then I saw that mum and dad had got into a child's toy car but it wasn't getting them anywhere, especially when I jumped on the back to hitch a ride. I was trying to explain to all the people why we needed to get into a car - we were going to miss my sister's wedding! But I couldn't remember the French word for wedding.
All this and I didn't even eat any cheese before bed. Sometimes my brain confuses me; is this what it's like to be Karl Pilkington?