Weird dream:

I was in Regent’s Park Zoo and there was a big storm coming. The only exits were over bridges and the water was rising.

The entrance bridge was flooded already, so everyone was trying to get to the exit. This little girl and I ran faster than everyone else and we got to the exit bridges, but then I took her in this block of flats and I was raped.

Then  the little girl ran away from me and my suitcase with my spare clothes in got washed away.

I tried to sweep the water off the bridge with this weird brush with blue plastic bristles, but all the bristles fell out and then this couple were yelling at me because I ruined their brush.

Then I fell in the river and the water was coming up higher and higher and I realised my feet were tied together.

And then I woke up.

Yeah. I don’t even know what that all means, except that I’m crazy, which we are already well aware of.

I always wake up at the last minute, just before I die. Does anyone ever actually die in dreams?