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I had a most bizarre dream last night - yet it was very vivid.
Rohan (my web admin) and Dell his wife were hosting a biker party at their house, which was in our suburb (which it isn't. The house was not theirs either.) The bikers turned up with an old Bedford truck full of beer in white vegetable polystyrene cases and parked it in the garage. While watching them get stuck into the beer I noticed that there was a gigantic roast turkey on a table. Rohan then turned into Doug who also works for me. His smallest child Evan was running amok in the now strangely empty garage. Sarah his 14 yr old daughter was sitting out side ignoring the party and not wanting to be involved in anything. Then a parachuting Father Christmas appeared in the sky and was heading for a pub nearby (where there isn't one really) and landed in the street outside instead.