h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

...help me!

Only if you stop me having dreams about royalty.

You dream of the royals? You're weird

Hmmm... I generally dream about my friends, some of whom are quite nice looking so I don't mind... I did dream about Peter Andre last night for some reason.

It was weird - one night I dreamt the Queen died unexpectedly, and then another night I dreamt the Queen had agreed to give a month's notice and we wouldn't have a royal family anymore.

Better than Peter Andre though!

I once dreamed that Jimmy Somerville had died. Not *the* Queen, but *a* queen.

Close enough

have you considered professional help? I drempt I was in a castle a couple of nights ago, but the queen wasn't there... But luckily, neither was Jeremy Clarkson...

You should really stop going to sleep while watching your Top Gear DVD collection, or try and only watch the Hamster sections that would be far more acceptable. There you go solution watch a Brianiac marathon then it'll be the Hamster not Clarkson you dream about.

BTW what does EV feel about this fixation, does his look across from the drivers seat and constantly tell you the specs of the car.

How odd- I had a dream about James May a few days ago. Very unexpected.

Was he Captain slow in bed then Kerr?

Phew... no Peter Andre last night, just Mrs. D and... well...

Christ, not *that* sort of dream about May , just general strangeness. No clothes removal.

I, thankfully, have never had dreams involving TopGear presenters...well not unless you count Julia Bradbury, Kate Humble and Vicki Butler-Henderson...and Suzi Perry never hosted TopGear, just the MotoGP and Superbikes......

"Was he Captain Slow in bed then?"

I'd much rather dream of the Hamster, believe me! Last night I dreamt I had a job on Top Gear as the new fourth presenter. Very bizarre, but I got to drive a Ferrari

Two nights ago I dreamt that Richard Branson had died. Does anyone see a pattern forming here?

I drempt I was the ruler of the supermarket, and everyones plastic faces kept melting in the store and the staff had to keep cleaning the floor with screwdrivers and small bits of paper they'd torn off booklets of stamps, and then there was this small like hill or mound or mole hill but in the middle of the store, and on top of it, was where the little men with umbrellas lived, and they held up their umbrellas but it wasn't raining, and then the tills at the checkout kept exploding, and someone worked out it was a certain item triggering off the exploding tills, and it was kiwi fruit bar numbers were doing it, and it was the little men with the umbrellas fault, but then they noticed that the little men with umbrellas didn't have melting faces like all the other customers, and so the queens husband came to the store and shot them all.

My main dream last night was just too damn freaky for words.

You drempt of Patric more again didn't you?