This dream started with me at school telling some teachers about my new job.

It then moved onto me at a golf course. It was quite a posh place. Laura was there with a disabled friend in a wheelchair. They asked a man who worked there for help with something and Laura complained that the golf course wasn’t good enough for disabled people. The man rolled his eyes and gave them a zimmer frame.

Mike and I walked around the golf course talking about the man and how rude he’d been. We got to a dead end, so we turned around and bumped into a girl.

We walked on a bit further and met my Nan, who told us her back was hurting. We called a nurse over and she told her it wasn’t what the GP had diagnosed.