Few people ever hear about my dreams. Count yourselves lucky. You are amongst the chosen few. They used to haunt me. When I was young, I would scream and speak in elvish as my mother was killed by the green light. I would cry of course. The thought of losing a mother is terrible for anyone but for a child it is even worse when you have witnessed it and the dream is a memory.

As everyone does, I have dreams of all sorts of things. They can be in any language, about anything. They say that dreams are a reflection of your thoughts, on your personality. I’m not so sure. Perhaps I should have paid more attention in class but I had dreams of parents, friends, family. Good and bad.

Last night was a strange dream, I was in my puppy form, protecting a cat. Then I was a mermaid in a tank trying to understand how to stay clean. I dove to the depths, through fish that wanted to kiss me, to a snake that looked familiar. I woke up, but now I realise that the snake was hugging me. It was a friend and all I want to do it go back to sleep and find the snake.

If you understand dreams better than I do be my guest at understanding this, but I advise you to look into my history first. It will serve you well.