I am sitting in a huge cloth tent on the beach in complete luxury eating grapes when my man tells me there is a wave coming. So I open the tent and look outside and sure enough there is a tsunami heading straight towards us. So we pick up our things (why I would bother grabbing anything in that situation is beyond me) and run to his motorbike. (Trying to run in a dream is bizarre) We climb aboard and zoom off and there is a vast amount of people running from this wave, most of them are faces I know. My best friend rushes past me on a donkey (a donkey!?) and one of my dreadlocks gets caught in the reins and I am flung off the motorbike. Next thing I know I am pushing my friend around in a pushchair through London (The guy is about 6ft3 and quite hairy) and hes wearing a bonnet and a nappy and screaming at everyone we pass.
The End!