I learnt it as a kid; I used to have nightmares and so I eventually learnt to tell if I was dreaming. But nowerdays I like my dreams so I try and ignore the fact it isn't real. Often if I wake up during a dream I try to get it to resume.

The other night I had a saga of dreams which including me being captain of a team of lions(and some wolves that were supposed to throw nets) in a end-of-school game of American Football, witnessing various unexplained disasters in France as well as escaping a massive brawl with my mate Joe who avoided police questioning by pretending to be opening a Spar when the police lady asked us about the fight.

Maybe I should stay off the cheese?