I was fine with the whole two-naked-guys-in-bed-one-of-them-being-me thing: I was only bothered with being physically uncomfortable.
In the latest dream, the morning of Monday 2 December 2013, I was snogging a woman who had more than a passing resemblance to Lara Pulver. She was so warm. She said that she'd been drawn to my sad eyes. Intelligence so often comes with such sad eyes, and it was a crime that someone like me should have to bear that much sadness.