Last night I had the strangest dream of all.

I was arrested at the airport after I failed the lie detector, hence making me a 'terrorist'. I was man-handled and scooped into a police vehicle and told to take the 'front seat' - that leg space at the front seat. Dreams being dreams, that vehicle has the roomiest leg space I've ever known. I could fit in. I quickly wrote my will because Guantanamo isn't going to be my favourite playground.

And it ended here.

So I woke up worrying about my next overseas trip. Because if someone purposefully or incidentally drops heroin into my luggage, I would need to hire a very expensive lawyer to fight my case, get G2000 to design all my black suits (because I can't afford Hugo Boss or Chanel) and bribe all my friends to say nice things about me.