The Russian baddies catch me and take me back to their secure prison for interrogation. They’re not trying to get information out of me, they’re just mad with me for trying to steal the plane.

Then I’m escaping and I’ve got a special Bond car and I’m George Lazenby, Roger Moore and Timothy Dalton. I’m loving it, outrunning the baddies in my car.

Except I’m not. The Russians have given me Sodium Pentathol (truth serum) and fed me the fantasy that it is still my glory days. Which makes the pain of incarceration so much worse.

Then I’m escaping again. I’ve got a handgun and I’m hiding out in grey Russian townscapes, anxious but confident I’m on my way home.

That’s as much as I remember of the dream. It seemed to last ages and it felt like it deprived me of sleep early Monday morning. I’ve only seen one Daniel Craig Bond film (Casino Royale) so I immediatly checked Wikipedia to see if any recent Bond films had a similar theme that I might have picked up subconsciously, but couldn’t find anything about Bond being given a drug to induce a vision of the more fantastic Bond stories of yesteryear.

Of course, the plot is similar to Alan Moore’s Marvelman where the daft old stories from the 50s turn out to be drug induced fantasies created by an evil genius to keep our hero subdued.

My final thought — in the later part of the dream where I have escaped, I’m not really clear how I managed to get out of the actual prison. Maybe that was a dream as well …