I dreamt that my stepdad, Richard, had been diagnosed with cancer, and my mum was caring for him. I remember one segment of the dream immediately before I woke up.

In my dream, Mum and Richard lived in a much larger, grander house than they do in real life. There was a mezzanine floor above my mum's bedroom and I was standing on it, leaning over the railing, looking down at my mum's bed.

The bed was made with completely white sheets, and they were wet and yellowed. My mum was stripping off the old bed sheets and putting on new ones.

A little later I was speaking with my mum, and she told me how she had tried to put Richard on the bed, but his leg had gotten tangled round a telephone cord and it had been very awkward. Just as she was about to get him properly on the bed he had wet himself. After that he'd gone off for some kind of treatment.