This morning I had one of the strangest, if not cinematic dreams of all. The Russian mob was there, driving - hold on to your seats - a non-Grand Chrysler Voyager [RT], European-spec even, racing up a flight of stairs, scattering people aside. I engaged in a chase with a weird red VW van that was a rebadged Renault Espace IV with a VW T7 rear and made a small fender bender.
The Voyager eventually screeched to a stop and the Russians got out, carrying a young woman screaming she was not Victoria Beckham and that they should let her go.

And somehow, Gordon Ramsay was in my dream as well, though he was mostly on the sideline…