So, last night's dream included two sea lions setting out for a seaside fairground I've dreamt about a lot before, taking a detour over a mountain filled with residental villages akin to what they're like here in N. Wales, a corner store where everything was displayed in an old village square...

in quite a nice way I might add, construction behind that of some big-ass building, a car driving into a wall at speed then driving off without one of the front corners leaving a trail of broken glass, and never ever reaching said fairground. ... What on earth? o.0