Weird dreams

Last night I had a really weird dream.  Even weirder for me in that no zombies were involved.  Anyway, me, Karen and K's pal Liz were driving round Scotland visiting wee touristy villages that reeked of Wicker Man type in-breeding.  Anyway, they were populated by serious oddballs, and even though it was summer, there was serious snow on parts of the roads, and some of the roads were at 45 degree angles, so the car risked rolling over as you drove along.

We were just about to buy more tartan tat, when I woke up !  That's what you call a close call.  Give me the dreams where I'm armed to the teeth fighting off hordes of zombies.  That's much less scary.

Can I go back to bed please?

Woke up this morning about 5:20am totally wide awake.  This wasn't good, as the alarm doesn't go off until 6:30am and I wasn't about to get up and sit around for an extra hour just because I woke up, so I forced myself to roll over and go back to sleep.
One hour later, I'm in the middle of a deep sleep, and a dream involving skateboards, waste water samplers, and cycling during a marathon (the details are hazy and fading fast), when the alarm goes off, and I have to get up, except now, I'm shattered.  I'm in work and on my second coffee, but it doesn't seem to be helping much.