Madonna, the Airport Hospital and my Charity Fun Run

Last night, I dreamed that I was winning a charity fun run until we came to a really wide corridor on the last stretch. The corridor was in a hospital that also doubled up as an airport. Anyway, I was in front but Madonna came up behind and tried to pull my leg so that I couldn't run.

As you'd expect, I was getting annoyed with Madonna because I was losing speed so I gave her a shove and she fell crashing to the floor. I remembered all those movies about how people help each other in a race, even if it meant losing the race but the doors were just two metres away so I figured "Stuff that!" since I could go back and help her once I'd crossed the Finishing Doors.

I walked in through the doors and then went straight back to help Madonna who was just coming round. The problem was, she'd forgotten everything - even who she was. I walked her into the airport lounge that was through the hospital doors and sat her down with a cup of coffee before I phoned the police to 'fess up to what I'd done.

These two cops turned up in brown coats and hats and they told me not to worry because Madonna is funny like that, she's probably not forgotten anything and she's just trying to make me feel bad.