Dreaming

I am driving on the motorway between Linton and Elmsford. Right in front of me, I see a plane low in the sky, do a somersault and then crash onto the road on its roof. I gasp, feel shocked and panicked. I brake and pull over, not wanting to go into the back of it. Other cars are hurtling towards it.

I get out of my car and walk towards the plane. Suddenly it ignites and part of it blows up. I realise that Olivia’s daughter is on the plane. I feel really scared and upset and pray she’s still alive. I feel that I must phone Olivia and tell her what’s happened, but I don’t.

I am watching the fire service rescuing the survivors of the crash. They are pulling children out first. I look for Olivia’s daughter; finally I spot her. I feel so relieved and know I must phone Olivia to tell her that she is alive and ok, but I don’t.

I am in a room facing the door; Olivia’s daughter and Sam’s two sons come through from the crash. I say to the oldest boy, who is taller than me, that he must have been so scared. He breaks down in big, wracking sobs in my arms. I comfort him, but as he is taller than me, it is uncomfortable.