Had a rough night last night this strange dream

I had a rough night last night, couple of things keeping me awake, firstly the aches resulting from a muscle I have upset in my back that been causing me gip for the past few weeks, secondly though, am I really a terrorist sympathiser because I dont want us to bomb Syria.

And then the dreaming started and what a dream, there he was standing up in parliament going on about how many armed men there were in Syria that just needed leading but there will be no British troops on the ground, and then hes going on about no one loves him or thinks him powerful and how she never had that trouble, as he rubs the well worn postcard in his pocket. He would teach them.

The next day a camel disappears from London Zoo and is taken to Q's workshop at MI6 to be fitted with Fire and Brimstone missiles on either side of the saddle. Next a letter and a large package arrive at the family home. She the long suffering looks at them what on earth is he up to now?

She opens the letter and looks, what on earth changing his name! to what! Then she looks in the larger package. Is there something he isn't telling me as she pulls out what looks at first glance to be a dress. Thats it she says and phones him at work, not now he says I will tell you later, all I will say is they will all worship me and follow me for ever, she would be proud. Just then the doorbell rings theres a delivery at the backdoor, nudge nudge a special delivery, as a camel with various bits attached to its saddle and a stool tied to its tail is led into the garden.

What did mummy say she says, she could remember what she said when she found out about the pigs head. When he got home she sent the children to bed and sat him down where she could question him. Now whats going on? Dont you see he said it will work it will be brilliant. Whats this? she says showing him the letter, this name change to Margaret. She would be so proud. And this she says holing up what she now realised was a robe of sorts.

I have said darling havnt I that no british troops will fight in Syria and the folk fighting there need a charismatic leader, that is me I will go and lead them she would be so so proud of me.

Me Margaret of Arabia.

And then I woke up and shivered, NAH, it was only a dream from my pained body wasn't it!