I've had a think about it and I think I had the best dream of my life yesterday.

Me and Brad Pitt had just pulled off a daring bank robbery and were recuperating in a hotel room. I had just nipped out to get some white rolls from the buffet when I noticed to my horror that the hotel was surrounded by police! Brad bravely held them off whilst I enlisted the help of two Namibian service workers to set off a bomb in the foyer, and in the confusion we managed to escape in a vauxhall astra.

Brad was badly wounded however, and we had to stop and hide in the Pennines in an abandoned gothic cathedral of unfathomable beauty. There Brad died, after bequeathing the bank fortune to me, and me and the service workers buried him in the rectory.

Nobly I let the Namibians escape by foot whilst I took the heat by driving off in the stolen astra. Somehow I managed to escape to Sheffield, where I ran into some friends. Then we went for a curry.

What is the best dream you've ever had/can remember?