I’ve had some weird but incredible dreams the last couple of nights.

Last night I dreamt I was celebrating a wedding reception at a restaurant in Greece. I didn’t know anyone there as I sat down with guests and conversed with them. They were surprised at my level of Greek. I later find out that my aunt is there but she’s a quieter, younger version of herself. We chatted and as people were getting up to leave the restaurant, I watched them leave. I saw one large man with enormous legs straining through his white jeans wave goodbye to chef. Another man was on his phone to his wife, he was crying.

I looked over to the cash register where my aunt wanted to pay for her meal. The waiter asks whom she’s paying for and my aunt looks over to me and I said “for all!”

She looked at me meekly but didn’t say anything. I realised that she didn’t understand what I meant.

“For all your family, not the entire wedding reception!” (In my dream, I didn’t pay for my meal!)

She nodded her head in understanding and I walked out the door with her.

She asked if she could take me to the train station and I said no as it was a lovely evening to walk.

I turned away and started walking but it was as if I found myself in some quaint English town with cobblestones streets. I turn the corner and find myself in a field of tombstones but they are statues of the deceased sitting in chairs holding bouquets of flowers.

These statues, all exactly alike, were scattered about the cemetery – like those Gormley bronze statues around Crosby Beach that I saw when I was there last – and it was eerie so I walked faster as it was getting dark.

I found myself at a primary school and I watched hundreds of little children all outside formed in a square as if they were on parade but playing and throwing their arms in the air playfully as their silent parents watched on in the back of the quadrangle.

I continued walking but realised I can just easily fly. So I bound up and I become light and I assure myself that I can still fly. However I didn’t want to draw attention to myself so I come back down to earth and I walk but my walking becomes slow and laboured. As if I’m walking through viscous air and it annoys me because I’m going to be late getting my train back.

I soon realised I was lost. I asked a passerby where the station was and he pointed a direction and lo and behold, I’m at an old brown train station like the one we had visited at Castlemaine but it was an indoor one. Luckily, I had my purse filled with cash, I had my phone too. I felt some relief that I had prepared.

I go to a counter under a window to sit there and check my phone to get details of the hotel and town I’m staying at to get a train ride back but for the life of me, I can’t remember either.

The names totally disappeared from my head! I’m sitting there looking up at the signs trying to rack my brain to recollect the names but nothing!

Worst of all, there are people speaking in an American accent around me and it feels like I’m now in America. I start to panic. I can’t remember my hotel. Nor the town. I scan through my emails, nothing.

I look inside my things for my “panic” checklist (a new addition I now take with me that is a laminated tag of my emergency contacts and phone numbers should I ever lose my phone) and the details aren’t on that either!

So it seems that I was prepared for every eventuality (money, cash, checklist) but the one thing I wasn’t prepared for was losing my memory!

I start to hyperventilate and then the lady at the counter sees me and tells me to leave as I’m causing a disturbance. She escorts me out the room away from the customers who want to pay for their commute into the waiting area and I’m crying, saying I can’t remember the town or hotel I’m staying at.

She takes my elbow and quietens me down and says to relax. She’ll help me because she likes my Australian accent and hasn’t ever not known an Australian she hadn’t liked. I thank her and feel comforted.

I then wake up feeling not stressed or concerned, but that everything will work out alright.