Should you tell people about the dream you had last night?

DID you have a dream last night and are desperate to tell someone about it? Find out whether that is a good idea with our handy quiz.

Was the dream in any way interesting?

A. Kind of. I was on Love Island when nuclear mushroom clouds started appearing everywhere but me and TV historian Lucy Worsley escaped on Aslan.

B. Dead right it was! I was walking round my old primary school for ages and I had to get a box or something, I can’t remember why. Crazy stuff!

Was the person you were planning to tell about the dream in it?

A. No.

B. Yes! I distinctly remember being at their funeral and seeing their gravestone. I’d better warn them they’re going to die soon.

Did anything particularly strange happen in your dream?

A. Yes! I dreamt I was on Masterchef but I have no interest in cooking!

B. Yes! I dreamt I was shagging my auntie!

Is the dream really of interest to your colleagues?

A. Totally. Kate and Belinda love analysing dreams.

B. Totally. I was running round the office shooting them all with a gun in revenge for all the times they’d pissed me off.

Do you think your dreams have a deeper meaning?

A. Nah, it’s just something to chat about that isn’t work.

B. Yes. The one where I was Hitler clearly means I am destined for great things.

Mostly As. You’re probably safe to share your dream with others but bear in mind it is still a dream and therefore they may weep with boredom.

Mostly Bs. Maybe keep your dreams to yourself, especially the one where you’re the child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

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How to pretend going to the beach is fun

IT’S summer and that means beach time. Yay. Here’s how to look as if you do like to be beside the seaside, even though it’s rubbish most of the time.

Feign excitement about sand

Sand is shit. It’s uncomfortable, it sticks to everything and will be on the floor of your car for months to come. Nonetheless, grit your teeth and make a sandcastle, or dig a pathetic little hole. That will do.

Force yourself into the sea

This is what you’re here for: the vast, grey, freezing sea. Paddle! Splash! Try not to think about the terrifying shit that could be lurking in there! Or, if you’re in Blackpool, the actual shit that’s lurking in there.

Stick it out for 20 minutes then rush back ashore, thankful you’ve not been eaten by Jaws.

Try to ignore the existential dread of the ocean

The waves go on forever, beyond the horizon, while you are tiny and insignificant. The water reaches unimaginable depths and connects everything on the planet, but you are just one human of no consequence to nature’s unstoppable dance…

When you feel like this it’s probably time to get some chips.

Submit to the seagulls

When you get those chips, however, some fucking seagull is going to try an aerial mugging. Let it happen. Accept you’ll never win, against a seagull or in life. Hey, maybe the beach really is chilling you out.

Accept the arcade is inevitable

How much would you normally spend on a pencil case? £2? £4 at a push, maybe? Today you’re going to spend £45 on one thanks to rigged amusement arcade games that give out tokens.

Accept it and prepare to empty your wallet. Or cut your losses and just spend £30 getting nowhere on Galaxians.

Bypass the pebble beaches

Shingle can fuck off.

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