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I had a dream last night in which someone was having a very large science fair.  Godzilla appeared and desired to enter the fair, but the only door large enough to admit him was locked.  He began attacking people, demanding the key.  Doctor Who (tenth incarnation) had the key in his pants-pocket, and while he was drawing it out in slow-motion I ran in and began to look about.

I obtained a small motorscooter on which to tour the fair, and Sir Noel Coward asked to ride pillion behind me and give me a lecture as we went.  I found his lecture at various times entertaining and annoying; at one point he began to sing a song about how he did not have a foot fetish.

One of the exhibits was a twenty-foot-tall model of a girl and a shaggy dog rendered entirely out of animatronic hamburger meat.  Sir Noel did not approve of the exhibit.  Nor did I.

The next room was a shaved-ice vendor, and as I requested a lime-flavoured shaved ice, the person behind the counter said to me "Don't you ought to get up?  It's almost five p.m."

So I did wake up, and it was true.