James Franco, Audrey Hepburn and Madeleine McCann... bear with me on this one.

So it starts like this; me and James Franco (who is wearing the attire and personality of Saul Silver from Pineapple Express) are sat in Spain, a little coastal town called Estartit from what I can gather. It's a place I frequently visit on holiday so it's fairly easy to recognize.

So we're sat down by the waters edge, enjoying the sunset and a couple of joints and bongs etc. I'm an Ent in reality so it's quite a natural experience, everything genuinely feels like I'm high. At this point I realise "Fuck, I'm smoking it up with James Fucking Franco, I must be dreaming... oh shit, I am dreaming!"

I've had a couple of lucid dreams before, nothing to the extent of being able to fly though, unfortunately. For some reason as well, I can only control my own actions. The situations/locations and people around me all do whatever they please, but I don't mind to be honest. I like going with the flow.

Anyway, after this realisation James turns to me and just blows this huge smoke cloud right into my face and starts wetting himself with laughter. I'm still feeling high within the dream as well so I also start to laugh. All of a sudden we realise there's someone else laughing along with us, and lo and behold... Audrey Hepburn in her prime is sat between us, cross legged, bong on her lap and a huge bag of weed in her hand. She puts them in a bag, still laughing, then stands up and takes both of our hands and leads us to group of people she "wants us to meet". (I swear to God, when she took hold of my hand I could feel her beauty, something I've only ever experienced in my current relationship, which is a little rocky at the moment, perhaps suggesting this is my representation of my girlfriend in my dream?)

I can't remember any of the of people apart from a little girl who followed me and James away from the group after a very short amount of time conversing with the strangers. For some reason, we both then know that she's Madeleine McCann.

Next thing I know, Madeleine has pulled me to the floor by my hand. I look up to see James is lying on the floor in a pool of blood. For some reason I feel a real connection with him, and it fucking scares me to death to think how much it hurt when I saw him like that. I rushed over and knelt at the side of him, the blood soaking into my clothes. I could feel the sticky warmth of it, clinging to me and almost burning my flesh. He looked at me and smiled, and simply said goodbye as a trickle of blood fell from the corner of his mouth before huge, furiously violent bubbles started to pour out.

Audrey Hepburn then grabs my hand again, and this connection jolts me back to life. I realise I've got to get Madeleine safe again, and we just start to run. I've no idea why, we just ran for what felt like an eternity. While we ran we talked and talked and talked non-stop until we reached a pier. At the end of the pier was a long bench, with somebody leaning back, legs out-stretched and head back on the end of it. I slowly walked over and sat down right next to them. It's James Franco again, and he's ok. He looks at me and smiles again, that same scarily peaceful and beautiful smile he gave me before he died. I notice over his shoulder that Madeleine is running towards what I assume are her parents.

Out of nowhere though, James whips out this handgun from his pocket and whirls around and just starts firing back towards where I left Audrey standing. I duck and turn around to see her being dragged away slowly by a group of men, another group in front of them is firing at us with guns. James pulls some strange Clint Eastwood style tricks with his gun and takes out those fuckers, but Audrey is still being dragged away. I run towards her with James and we manage to miraculously fight them off and drag Audrey away from them. I hug her, but seconds after embracing I see one of the men pull a piece from his side. He aims straight towards Audrey, and time just slowed down. I could literally see the bullet dancing through the air, but Franco is moving normal speed. He calmly walks directly into the path of the bullet, turning to me before the impact and smiles that same smile again, and whispers goodbye again. He then turns back to face the bullet, shoots the fucker who shot at him and time speeds up again. The impact sends her staggering backwards towards the railing of the pier.

I quickly let go of Audrey and run towards him, just as he falls over the edge of the pier. As his body slowly spirals towards the water, I see him smiling at me still. He's still alive. I just know he is for some reason. I scramble onto the railing, ready to jump in and save him, only to see Audrey being dragged off again. I'm out-numbered and there's nothing I can do other than tell her I'll find her. She simply looks at me with the most gut-wrenching expression imaginable, so much so that just thinking about it upon waking made me feel sick. She holds out her hand towards me just as I turn and plummet towards the water. Throughout the fall all I can see is the events being replayed over and over again, until the impact of the water seemingly woke me up.

I've spent the last day feeling like absolute shit because of this dream, I just needed to get it out.

TL:DR; Me, James Franco and Audrey Hepburn found Madeleine McCann. James Franco dies, comes back to life and sacrifices himself to save Audrey Hepburn from a gunshot. She gets kidnapped anyway, and James Franco falls into the sea, leaving me to dive in and save him while Audrey gets taken away.