I dreamt that I was back at my mum's house at 35 York Avenue. My mum was somewhere around the house, possibly in the kitchen, and I was in the living room with Ben. Ben was drinking something alcoholic.

At one point Ben was sick a little bit in his mouth, but it wasn't like normal vomit: there was a big lump of something hard and it was poking out of his mouth a little bit. He put his finger up to his mouth and pushed it back in and swallowed it. I was pretty disgusted by this, and my mum came in just afterwards, so I decided to leave Ben in the living room with my mum and go up to my room before things got any worse.

I'd only been in my room for a couple of minutes when I heard him being sick. Somehow I knew he'd been sick on the ceiling…