I awoke and visited the bathroom, on my returning I looked up – a woman was sitting in the living room. I asked why she was in my apartment, her reply “it is time”.

I questioned what she meant.

She replied – “it is time, your guardian cannot put it off again”.

I asked what she meant by “put it off again”, now with understanding.

Her reply – “he put it off when you were a child, you fell down the stairs and your heart stopped, it was your time then. The year after your father died, you died, he put it off for the second time. In 2003 you had cancer, it was your time, again, he put if off. He cannot put if off a fourth time.”

I asked permission to say goodbye to my daughter, permission was declined.

As I looked back, my daughter lay sleeping peacefully on the bed. I was in bed also, asleep, but a different sleep.

This is a dream found in another of my recipe books from 2011, the night of 15 February.

A colleague (Jean) and I were passengers in Graham´s car. We approaching a steep hill in the village where I lived as a child. A plane was coming in to land on one of the “hanging landing pads”. The plane has thrusters used when landing – underneath, both sides and rear – the main engines were turned off.

It missed.

The “landing pads” were hanging shelves, one on top of the other.

The pilot tried to ascend, but failed – the aeroplane turned over onto its back and crashed. It started to slide down the hill, approaching the car, we were under the wing before it stopped.

When looking through an old recipe book, I found a brief description of two dreams – the first on 24 January 2010 the second on 2 February 2010.

My daughter, mother, father and myself were sitting in the living room of my childhood home. A helicopter was coming towards the house, behind the helicopter a futuristic craft – silver, a non reflective dull colour. My daughter, in answer to a question from myself, replied that she thought it was a modern craft undergoing testing. Next, a large number of tiny oblong craft, no wings or visible means of propulsion. Then various types of craft, larger – these appeared to be carrying heavy loads. The craft themselves were silver with the exception of one type which was slate grey with ugly contours. I commented “we should have left the planet when we had the chance”. My mother queried why we hadn´t. I replied, “my daughter did not want to”. Adding – “I knew something would go wrong when we didn´t go. It started to snow heavily, inches in seconds. I asked “do you think they will let us live”. There was no reply.

The second dream, which appeared to be a “follow on” from the first started where we were sitting in a shallow cave near the top of a mountain. Very heavy snow was coming towards us and from behind a strong wind. Within the snow cloud were large slate grey craft – enemy soldiers were being transported to the ground to find the last pockets of resistance. A group of aircraft flew over us, approaching from behind – the others rose, shouted and cheered. I said “we should be quiet”. The others replied “we should cheer our men on”. My daughter said “we need to stay quiet, they will hear us”. We had no food, water or means to light a fire. Calm restored, we watched the enemy approach.

I have no idea of the meaning behind these dreams and the research I have carried out does not give a logical answer to my queries.

Seems to be the season for dreams … last night I dreamt about making potato and onion soup. It consisted of a pan full of cold water (very large and deep so lots of it), 1 potato peeled and chopped and 1 onion, again peeled and chopped. And that is it! My mother looked at this soup I was making for dinner, said she fancied a “take out” and disposed of the “soup”. I went upstairs in “high dungeon”, packed my bags and walked out. Does that make sense.

I do have the strangest dreams, perhaps a potato recipe blog is just getting to me!

I had the most peculiar dream last night.

Mum, Dad, my daughter and myself were in our old home. At least it was our home from the outside. Inside the house had a corridor at the front, two leading off to the rear of the house. No living room or kitchen, but loads of toilets down both sides of the house going off a long narrow corridor. In one corridor my parents bedroom, in the other mine and my daughters. They were like cells, very small and narrow.

Outside, an aeroplane was (for want of a better term), parked nose down but not touching the ground with the pilot – a very young blond girl – asleep in the cockpit. It was constantly moving from one side of the house to the other.

Looking from the front windows out into the distance, my father pointed to a tornado quickly bearing down on our home, it was very big and dark making one hell of a noise. We sought safety. My daughter refused to leave her bedroom, so Mum and myself went in there with her, Dad came to take us into the larger safer bedroom at the other side of the house. There was no furniture so we had to sit on the floor.

The tornado passed and we were unharmed, the house undamaged.

I believe dreams have meaning. This one – absolutely no idea what it was all about.

I had a really interesting and frightening dream a few weeks ago.

The dream started where the family were sitting in the living room of my childhood home, my parents, myself and daughter were there. As we looked out of the living room window a heavy snowfall was approaching from the south, in the “cloud” of snow there was a black helicopter, behind it a futuristic helicopter, a sort of dull silver colour.

Following these two craft were a large number of oblong shaped craft in the dull silver colour with no visible means of propulsion or wings. Behind them were a large number of military transport craft, some of them the dull silver colour, others were slate grey, large and quite ugly.

I said to my daughter do you think they will let us live.

The dreams continued a few nights later but this time Lisa, myself and friends and family were sat on a lea side of a mountain. In front of us a cloud of snow was approaching and in this cloud were the large military transport vehicles. They were transporting soldiers onto the planets surface. From the other side of the mountain a small number of aircraft flew over, behind them a storm force wind.

The others stood up and cheered. I commented that we should stay quiet and calm. They said we should cheer our men on and let them know we were there for them. Lisa added that we should stay quiet or they would hear us. Calm restored we watched the oncoming invaders seeking out remaining pockets of resistance. We were cold, had no food or water and could not light a fire.

I had a dream last night about my late father and it reminded me of the stories he told me as a child. My favourite was about Tom Thumb, he said that Tom lived in the Bluebell woods on Birkwood Road, just over the river. For years I believed the story and often went into the woods to see if I could find him, never did of course.

In my dream Dad had come to collect me, he said it was my time and he was taking me on to my new home. That I would love the home and be happy throughout eternity. I have not been too happy since Dad died, and have been unable to mourn him, not saying there havent been happy times, have occasionally.

Just after Dad died I had a dream that I died, Dad was sitting by my bed and told me to be strong, that it was not my time and I had to go back. My job wasnt finished and there was important things I had to do. Goodness knows what. While I was having this dream my daughter came into the bedroom and tried to wake me, she said I wasnt breathing, think I was, just quietly. At times when I was first diagnosed with asthma, I did wake up in the night after gasping quite loudly, my doctor explained why, but for the life of me I cannot remember the medical term.

I had the most peculiar dream last night.

From the little I can remember the dream started with us stood in the kitchen of a house built on the football field near where I grew up. My daughter asked me which was north, I replied “not sure, but I think its that way” pointing towards the older houses. I explained the reason I didn’t know which way was north, was that I was confused as I had just moved here, I had lived there all my life but seemed to have forgotten. Then we realised there was no one about, cars were abandoned – left with their engines still running, businesses left with their doors wide open, everything was quiet. Also, there were small mounds of dust everywhere.

The previous day, we had been told that all human life would cease due to the actions of some dangerous “beings”, at precisely 10 am. It was after that time now.

At that point the telephone rang, it was Mum, she lived in a care home. Mum said everyone had gone out and left her alone, she couldn’t contact my sister as she was in Spain.

We went out of the house, found a motorised caravan, key in ignition and stocked up on necessities, filling up the vehicle with petrol and set off to pick Mum up. Mum wanted to sit in the front, but I said she couldn’t as I needed my daughter to map read as we had a long journey ahead.

We journeyed south, through the channel tunnel (which had a road), into France and finally down into Spain.

When we arrived at our destination, a woman approached, she said “you don’t know who I am do you”, to which I replied “no”, though she did look familiar. It was my sister with four other women. She introduced one as her daughter, one her grand-daughter and so on. She then explained each female was born pregnant, became an adult in days, then gave birth and the cycle started again.

I then realised that as each had day passed on our journey south, our health improved, we looked younger – in our prime really. My sister went on to explain that there were no men alive and all “human” females were dead (the mounds of dust) that we were immortal and we had to find the “founders” who were responsible for what had happened. Our journey began. I woke up.

I cannot see where this dream came from, I haven’t watched any programmes whose story line even remotely resembled the dream, I have many male relatives – all loved, so I am not a “man hater”. Normally I forget dreams quite quickly, but this one seems a little … different.