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Harriet had dreamed in colour last night.
That usually meant something important was about to happen in the next few days.
She’d experienced these Kodak Dreams as she called them since a car accident five years previously. Colour was the only thing of significance, there were no other clues, no shape, no story to identify with, just colour, ranging from one or two to the whole spectrum of the rainbow.
The last dream had been a few months ago, cascading shades of blues and greens sprinkled with tiny silver lights. Her boyfriend had taken her away to a seaside cottage the following weekend and proposed, offering her a sapphire and diamond ring.
She had been walking the dog along the cliff path when she heard the cries for help.
It didn’t take her long to realise someone had fallen and she got on her mobile to call for assistance.
The rescue chopper that was despatched within minutes was red and yellow, the colours of her dream.