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I haven't been dreaming much for a while then last night had cheese on toast before bed and woke in terror at 3am. After a dream about a murderous green man with long thin arms in a 1970s house, I'd found myself in a Millwall pub where tattooed hooligans were trying to kill me. We'd summoned a demon to protect us but the leader of the thugs talked him round into joining them instead - more evil and fun for a demon, and with shares in the souls of the members. I grope for the lamp and try to sleep with the light on, without success.