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…
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Boiling
Dreaming I am in what looks like a school hall; it is a big room with windows all along one side and a brown-framed door on the right-hand side (of the windows). I am going to have my photograph taken. Linda is the photographer. It is daytime. Linda has gone to a wardrobe on the left, the brown wardrobe that I used to have in Devon Street, and is holding up a turquoise cardigan she says I should wear for one of the photographs. I…