I was in a car in a valley, and torrents of water was pouring down into it. I was going to get flooded so I had to drive out of there, but the car had no power and was just going ‘phut-phut’ with a hole in it. It was Christmas, and I had to get to Brighton for lunch, but with the car gone I’d have to get public transport even though there wasn’t any, but I had to try, but I had to carry all the presents that I’d got people, and anyway, they were all at the old flat that I’d moved out of and it was already 4 o’clock in the afternoon.

Then I’ll wake up, and then I’ll try to get back to sleep to carry on the story and try to solve it all. No wonder part of me doesn’t really want to go to bed.