I dreamed I lived in a show like 24. Undercover, I worked my way into the baddies headquarters and shot two of them. The head baddie came over and I played the dumb girl, all confused. He believed me, that it was an accident.

Also, somehow, we were a couple.

We were on our way to somewhere in the suburbs and we kept running into my high school friends. I ducked my head so that they wouldn’t see me but it didn’t work. One after another, people came up to me.

‘Hi Joan!’ they said. ‘Joan, is that you?’

I pretended to be oblivious. Then the baddie noticed what was happening.

‘Hey, are they talking to you?’ he eventually asked.

‘What?’ I said, wide-eyed and innocent. ‘What are they saying?’

He looked at me as if for the first time. ‘You do look a lot like her,’ he murmured.

‘Who’s Joan?’ I asked. I could hear my heartbeat in the silence.

‘She’s a very high up goodie.’ He peered at me carefully, heartache at the edge of his eyes. Then he shook his head and willed it away. ‘No. Of course not. You couldn’t be.’

I knew it was only a matter of time before my cover was blown.