Barbecue

I'm not sure this one qualifies really because it is a bit out there, but it's essentially very prosaic so I reckon it's in the mould of the boring Bin Laden dreams mentioned in that BBC article I linked to a couple of months ago, and therefore legit.

My brain appears to have been somewhat preoccupied with the Zimbabwean elections last night, as I dreamed that Robert Mugabe had, among all the fuss and flurry, briefly gone AWOL. He was eventually discovered hiding out in Morgan Tsvangirai's gas barbecue.