Had a dream last night in which I was with Michael Stipe and Mike Mills (both formerly of R.E.M.) and we were looking for someone who was lost at sea. I dived in and swam around to see what I could see. After a while I noticed something on the seabed. I swam down and saw it was a greyhound that was trapped under a rock. The dog was, sadly, dead. However, it had a smile on its face, so it didn’t look like it had died in pain. I got Stipe and Mills to help me get it up and we took it to my mother who helped us bury it.

It was quite a sad dream, not least because the dog was the same colour as my own greyhound, but in the dream I knew it wasn’t my dog. There was something else completely different that happened after, but I don’t remember any of it.