Last night I dreamt I was on a photoshoot for a luxurious perfume company. Starring in the ad was an octopus. She was as demanding as she was elegant, a real diva with a ferocious temper. Between shots it was my job to water her flowers and then water her. She was very particular and if I didn't water her just the right amount she would spin around in anger. The director considered this beautiful choreography so got me to anger her whilst the camera was rolling. I woke up feeling equal parts proud and dizzy.