i dremt i dremt...

... a lot actually, i was restless and woke a lot, and dremt every time

however only one stuck:
I was at a recording of QI, in a large gloomy panelled room. Proceedings were about to start, when ENLARGED POLYMATH Mr.Fry rushed abruptly from the room. There was a pause, then a muffled, giggly announcement over the tannoy.

"Stephen Fry wishes it known that he spent all last night in a CASTLE, shagging Celia Imrie. He cannot continue with the programme, as he doesn't know what to say to his wife and kids."

After a lot of mumbling and a small amount of laughter, we left the studio, and I went to the pubbe. Sadly there within I encountered Fry and his cronies, all in a panic about the whole situation. I couldn't be dealing with this fiff faff, so I went to another pubbe.

This one -- as gloomy as every building I was in during the dream -- was awash with TEENAGE FOPS. Luckily, behind a large group of them I spotted piratemoggy and even better just as excellent, the GAY ONE FROM GLEE!

We selected a small table to sit in the corner, just right -- even better was that to get to it, we had to ask every FOP in the room to move down a space...