I’m about to wake up, worrying I don’t have any dream to write down. I can feel my blanket covering my face, I open my eyes and can only see a close up of the fabric with red light filtering through it. I feel like I can’t breathe and that’s silly, because it’s summer and I sleep with no blanket at all.

Now I’m in my mom’s bed, I can hear her talking from the living room, but when I turn she’s there on the other side of the bed. “How can you be in two places at once?!” I ask. She silently rolls over and smothers me (my mom’s quite fat.)

Now I’m back in my own bed, I can see my sister sitting on the floor, giggling. Is she really back, or am I still dreaming? I poke her with my foot. She’s still giggling. I’m still not sure, but I kick her for good measure.

One part of my brain is taking notes to write this all down on my dream blog. Actress Katy Manning is narrating my thoughts; she’s walking down a beach wearing a big red flamenco dress. it’s night and the sky is covered with a myriad of starts, and the Aurora Borealis too,

When I wake up for real it takes a few minutes to convince myself I’m not still dreaming.