It was the start of a new life, and I was alone and single—but more than ready to start life again. Although my daughter initially lived with me, she quickly decided to join her boyfriend to make marriage plans, so I was really left on my own.

A few months earlier, I’d had many dreams showing me how my life would work out, so I was not worried about the future.

I’ve kept a dream journal for more than twenty-five years, and it has been my practice to meticulously write down the details of my dreams, always recording the date as well. But, unfortunately, as a consequence of moving house a few times, I lost some of these records. Even so, thankfully, I still have many years of my journals saved.