I dreamt that I was PJ Harvey, hugely pregnant, standing in a bank queue.

Behind me was a nice, ordinary type of chap who was a stranger but he told me he liked my music.

While we were standing there, I had a strange, constant sensation, like the little person inside me was standing on my bladder. The bank staff rushed about, telling me I was in labour. I told them it didn't hurt, just felt... odd... but they bundled me into a back room (with the nice, ordinary man in tow). When we got there I laughed and said it would all be all right, and picked up this cool white gibson-style electric guitar and started playing like crazy.

Make any sense to anyone?