What is it with all these normal dreams?
Last night I dreamt that we were all on a train to the match, chatting away to each other, but then, suddenly, Joe Bulley (local celeb round these parts) came walking down the aisle, wearing a cowboy hat and brown leather trousers.
Some girl immediately leapt from her seat and threw herself at him. She ripped off the buttons on his shirt, unzipped him, pulled his trousers down and threw him to the floor. Jumped down on top of him and then started to give him a blow job.
We all sat there in complete, stunned silence for a few seconds, but then turned away and restarted our conversations and started talking about the match again.