You open the book. The font is large and should be easy to read but it’s not. You make out that it’s about a far-off place, Raceland, where some people are always in a rush, whizzing round but not happy. The rest are much slower but also somehow discontent. There’s a sense that noone’s where they mean to be.

But as the sunbeams find you, the words start to swim before your eyes. Reading becomes impossible. That sparks a thought – perhaps you’re in a dream that you can control. This is your dream, a lucid dream, so of course you can do whatever you like. A rush of energy and purpose runs through you and you decide whether to…

Fly up into the air and have fun

Wake yourself up