I dozed off after lunch today and was woken by a telephone call, right in the middle of dreaming I was rescuing someone from drowning - in the actual kilt that I was wearing at the time.

I can even remember how the pleats lifted up as I waded into the sea and swirled as the waves came in over the rocks.

I tend to have rather exciting dreams and used to be woken by the adrenalin rush of being killed in a swordfight with the Revenu' Men or wielding an axe in battle - rather strange dreams, I supose, for one of the female persuasion but it is something you get used to, eventually.

Happily I had just restored my rescuee's breathing before I was woken. I hate not knowing the end of the story.

I was rather amused to realise that kilts have now become so embedded in my psyche that my subconscious puts them into my dreams - though I have to admit that the dream kilt was rather better quality than the real one, which would never be that heavy even wet through.

Does anyone else go kilted in their dreams?