It was almost as good as a flying dream; last night I dreamed I had a baby. Not that it is uncommon for me to have baby dreams, but usually my baby dreams are about a little James, my son. This time it was a tiny girl. I didn’t give birth to her – she wasn’t mine in that sense – a woman came to me and handed me a baby girl of of about two days old.

“She’s yours,” the woman said and she left.

I took the dark-haired little mite and put her up to my shoulder. She snuggled into my neck and made those sweet new baby noises, almost as if she was talking to me. I patted her back and smelt her hair, her skin… her newness. It felt like she was mine and I felt so happy and in love with her.

Shortly after I awoke with these feelings of love, Chris entered the bedroom with a nice cup of tea for each of us. He got back into bed and we both sat up for tea and a chat. Chris had a lovely smile on his face.

“I had such a good dream last night,” he began excitedly. “I won a prize on the Internet – one of those ‘You are the millionth visitor’ type of things – and I had to go to London to collect my prize. I was so thrilled. And when I got there it was so exciting and strange. You’ll never believe what my prize was…”

“A million pounds,” I guessed.

“No, it’s weirder than that. I had won YOU! You were wearing a long evening dress (not one of yours) and you were standing inside something like a shower enclosure, and the curtain went back, and there you were – my prize! That was the end of my dream but I woke up feeling so good.”

I’m not sure what it all means, if anything; I do have three dear step-daughters who I love as my own; and is it possible to be a dream girl after sixteen years of marriage? Whatever the reasons for our dreams, we were both extremely happy as we flew down the stairs to breakfast.