As a child I was a bad sleeper. Can I say that? What I mean is that I slept poorly, mostly because I regularly had nightmares. I always blamed the house!

Recently, I dreamt a crazy short sequence involving a carbon copy (but very realistic) doppelgänger of my mother (a little like Sam Rockwell’s carbon copy selves in moon). She winked and waved at me from what looked like a cupboard outside but was actually a large room. Tricking her to the door (don’t ask me how – I just got the feeling it was trickery) I revealed that I knew she was not actually my mother.

Her reaction? She smiled at me and said, “Sometimes you need to listen to what the house is trying to tell you”.