Awoke with semi-memory of a dream (I know, I know, but how often do I do this?) where we were due to make a sequel to a phenomenally successful film I was responsible for. Huge crew, huge sets, vast convoy of equipment, helicopters, etc, all turned up. Things turned ugly when it turned out that instead of the finished script everyone was expecting, the furthest I’d got in planning the two slated multimillion dollar sequels was a small uncertain note saying “Dog?”