The Epic Adventures Of Emma in Her Own Mind.

My dream starts in some random house that isn't mine. There's a fat guy with a big beard with his wife sitting at a table. I'm not sure whether I'm in the actual house or just watching it on television, but a second later one of the tripods from war of the worlds has shot them, the man first and then his wife, and then, apparently, me. Even though I had no time to jump out the the way, I still seem to be here. I look at all the photos. Framed pictures of the couple, happy and smiling, but somehow I know they have a son and a daughter. I race up the stairs (definitely not watching it on tv now!) and find the boy's room. He's sitting on his bed.

Memory lapse/second dream...

I'm at home, looking out the window in the living room. Then another tripod from war of the worlds turns up and fires a few shots over the house, and I realise there are two of them. A few minutes later, and they're gone, but I can tell they'll be back. The rest of my family know that too, and although we don't say much to each other, soon I have drawn up plans for a place for us to hide. I'm nervous and constantly look out of the window, not entirely convinced that the tripods are gone. The plan is of a cellar four rooms deep. The boy from before is randomly here, and is making the ceiling. He is painting it black and blue.
"Can I bring Muffin with me?" I ask my mum.
"I don't know, he'll take up room and he's 28-" (28?!) "-anyway."
Muffin is my hamster, who is actually three... anyway, I go downstairs and ask my dad.
"Sure," he says "Muffin can come. And all the other pets." I go upstairs to the art room, where my older sister has made a model of what the room at the bottom will be like. She is cutting out a section of the 'wall' where the sofa will go, and I see the wall is painted purple. I picked up a sponge on my way upstairs from my room, and I dip it in purple paint.

Eventually, it's finished and we are about to move into our secret underground house thing. The ceilings are made of paper and foil. I sit in the dark and wish we had something stronger as a roof.