I woke up B up in the night yelling "Mind the otters!" in my sleep. I apparently explained to him that we'd been driving along a country road at night when suddenly a group of otters had rushed in to the headlights in front of us. They were all wearing raincoats and trilby hats and carrying small cardboard suitcases. It was important that they crossed the road quickly, as they were escaping from a detention centre not far away and the goons were after them.
I have no recollection of this at all.