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ARGH!
My dreams are possibly the strangest thing about me. And I'm already quite, quite strange.
I dreamt I was still a kid and my dad died. Custody of my brother and me went to my grandma, who sent me south back to Brighton and kept Craig north in Glasgow. We went for a country walk and I shouted at her so much. Then my new foster dad (who looked an awful lot like a regular customer from my shop) took me to one side and said
"Did you know 50% of the northern hemisphere's surface is liquid? And that 2% of the liquid is poo?"
And then I woke up. A little confused.