seriously. Or, at least, truthfully. Banner shaped images with sponsors messages on interrupt the flow of my narrative (don't go there, Smeggers, it's a flow of ideas...). There I am, wandering along in some distorted world strewn with familiar things and then.... and I know that I am in a dream, and that somebody, somewhere is trying to sell me Belgium, or, more correctly, the idea of Belgium. Why? I haven't been to Belgium for donkeys years and I'm not sure I'll ever go again. The more astute of you will have spotted a commercial opportunity here. When I open up Cycle Chat I get messages from Waitrose, the RHS, Parisian hotels and Evans. Why shouldn't commercial concerns cut out the middleman, the Facebooks, the Grauniad website and Cycle Chat (sorry, Shaun) and advertise direct to sleeping customers? Anyroadup. I wondered if anybody else has commercial breaks in their dreams. And if so, for what?