I had a dream that I shot George Galloway once. I can't remember the backstory except that it was a revolutionary situation and for some reason absolutely had to be done. He was going to fuck things up some way. I had someone with me who agreed, not someone I know, just one of those generic random dream characters.
Anyway to get to him we had to walk through this really big covered market in East London that doesn't actually exist. Then we walked down a long corridor and Galloway was sat in some shabby office at the end smoking a cigar like some sleazy private eye in a 1950s movie. And I shot the fucker in the chest.
I woke up immediately and in the brief moments when the dream was still real I had a spike of panicky wtf I just killed someone, but then I remembered it was George Galloway and it kind of felt, well, okay.
So I'd spoil my ballot.