That's very similar to a panic dream I had recently.
On checking yacf, I became aware that Steve was in trouble. For some reason that no one could understand, he was in Lampeter and in a state of total exhaustion.
I realised that it was down to me for the rescue, told you lot to tell him I was on my way and off I rode.
I met him surprisingly closer to our place than should have been possible (it's a dream, see?) and successfully shepherded him home, where Mrs. B had cooked everything we had.
So far so good. Then I realised I had to deal with all the technical stuff. I'm not brilliant at technical stuff, but in the dream I was much, much worse. Steve was sleeping and I had to keep waking him up to ask things. I asked you lot for advice and you'd say things like "Check his chain", to which I'd respond with, " OK, I've checked. He's definitely got one"
Steve also asked me to plot flat route out of Wales. Erm.
That's the worst night's sleep I've had in a long time. I woke up totally exhausted from a 6 hour panic attack.
