I had a dream that I was staying at my parents’ house; my Mum was doing washing in a dressing gown looking very tired and dishevelled, and seemed really pissed off at me. I asked “What did I do?” and she said "You keep freaking out and when I ask what’s wrong you keep screaming “I can’t tell you!”.

What had happened was this - four or five of my friends and I were camping on top of a mountain near where I used to live and we stumbled upon this Mad Max type encampment where a hundred or so local outlaws lived, racing and jumping dune buggies and dirtbikes in a giant dirt half-pipe, drinking and doing drugs and generally being outlaws.

We wandered in and were hanging out watching the dune buggies when someone realized we didn’t belong there, and yelled out for the guards to capture us. We got away and hid from them but were then discovered and ended up in a huge battle. We blew up some of their camp and got away but then they were about to find our camp and there was no escape because we were practically camped on the edge of a cliff.

So we made a trap using a rope net and placing it on the next highest escarpment with some of our gear. The dozen or so outlaws that were about to find us were tricked into going up there and then we all pulled the net down, tumbling the bad guys off the escarpment and into the valley below.

I had been trying to block out the incident, but I broke down and told my Mum that we had been at war with a local gang and that we had only just managed to escape and “I think a few people might have even died!”