While drifting off to sleep I have just imagined being woken up by a phone call from my mum to say that Eyjafjallajokull has erupted. She tells me that she should be okay but that a poisonous sulphuric gas will soon reach Scotland killing thousands. She tells me to get to a safe place but I can't think of anywhere to go. Outside I begin to hear shouting and destuction as panic starts on the streets.