I woke up dreaming in the early hours this morning (i think some mice have taken up residence again and somehow I'm convinced that it's their presence that wakes me up, and hence I end up catching a dreamspace that otherwise I would have slept through entirely. I've got a bit paranoid about mice here as they seem to come and go and I no-longer ever feel quite sure that they're not still in residence, so sometimes when I wake up unexpectedly, I grab a torch that is to hand and shine it across the room under the sofa where I think I can see their shadows. Sometimes nothing happens and I see nothing, but one time I suddenly heard fast scampering as a mouse or perhaps two made a quick get away, but at 3am I'm not up for chasing mice around the room and so then just fall off to sleep again). This morning my dream combined the banal with the impressive. I was going somewhere, but then I was at the underground ticket barriers and they had changed all the ticket procedure, so I couldn't work out whether my oyster card was valid or not, meanwhile I was in a hurry etc... so rather like real life. Then, later on in the dream, I was living in some apartment block, like London's Barbican, with lots of layered balconies and walkways. A trespasser, or dangerous entity of some sort, had entered the flat above and I was suddenly able to walk up the external wall and into the flat above to tackle the figure with what appeared to be something like a delicate kebab stick. Meanwhile the entity had some kind of reduced in size-scale carpenters saw. A momentary kind of, somehow good-natured, sword fight with these implements ensued, which quickly resulted in me swallowing the saw-sword, while it also somehow sliced downwards. Luckily, this was both impressive and painless and I woke up, no mice in sight.