The dream took place in the garden of my Mum's old house at 35 York Avenue where I grew up. There were a few people there and I don't remember who exactly, but I remember that Ai Seng was there. In my dream I am my current age.

We are sitting on the ground in the garden and suddenly someone has a big horrible spider on them. I look at it as they flick it off and I say actually it is not a spider. When it's on the ground I look closer and it is big, green and looks like it's made of plants. It is indescribable and has a very dream-like look to it.

I say that I think it is an insect, and I'm sure I know what type but I can't thing of the word. All of a sudden I think of the name at the same time as another dream character and almost in unison we both say "It's a Goliath."

The next thing I remember happening is that I fighter plane flies over, pretty close to the ground, and we all look up at it. Suddenly I can somehow see a news report on the TV, and the same fighter jet is on TV, but this time the camera moves above the plane so that you can see the markings. It is a grey colour with a white logo on each wing that consists of a circle with a dot in the middle like this:

The news says that it is a Jewish war plane and that the Jews are invading the UK. Everyone is taking it very seriously and seem to be quite alarmed.

As soon as I saw the logo on the news I felt that I'd seen it before and recently, probably from an earlier part of the dream.

As I stand there in the garden thinking about what is happening, I begin to think that this cannot be real and that I must be dreaming.

Even while I think that I'm dreaming I don't really believe it, but I leap into the air and jump about 4 meters high over the gate in the side passage. I realise that I really am dreaming and fly over to the house on the opposite side of the road to my Mum's house.

As I flew towards the house, the dream was starting to fade so I tried to focus hard on the scenery and notice everything, and the dream came back.

I flew close enough to the chimney of the house to touch it and look at the colours and textures of the brickwork. The texture was incredibly life like and detailed.

The dream starts to fade again but this time it fades out completely and I wake up in Ai Seng's house. It's 4:00am and next door are having a New Year's Eve party and the music is extremely loud.