With that in mind, one of my favourite dreams ever involved fighting in a slave rebellion on a floating space-station. Near the end, I fell off a moving platform, out through the sort of protective force-bubble that was surrounding the works and into the universe, where I had an epiphany: my vision drew back, and I realised that the entire cosmos existed in the eye of a giant seal. As in, marine mammal. It was pretty amazing. Quite recently, I dreamed about jumping between two alternate universe-versions of the same day, trying to figure out which one was better while getting constantly confused as to which elements had changed while I’d been in the other one. And about a year ago, I had a fantastically real dream (when I was, in real life, very worried) where I fell out of a car crash into this gorgeous park, crawled under a tree and coughed up all the gunk that had been bothering me – and under the tree was another version of me, and another version of my husband, dressed in white and glowing a bit, who told me I’d come to the tree of peace, and that everything would be all right. I woke up feeling more refreshed and happier than in days, and – if memory serves, ‘coz I wrote about it the next night – three exceptionally good and unexpected things happened to me that day. Which made me smile.

Oh, and BTW – if you want to read a brilliant series of books set in a kind of dreamworld, I recommend the Tad Williams Otherland quartet. Each book is big enough to stun a small dog, but totally worth it.