Last night I dreamed more vividly than I have in a long time. I dreamed of destruction, of desperation, of the desire to start all over again.

I dreamed I set fire to all my material possessions. I burnt my notebooks, my bookshelves, my books. I smashed my computer, threw away my CDs and broke up my furniture with a sledgehammer. I broke every window in the house and walked off to start another life.

As I woke up, I looked back at what I'd done, to survey the scene.

It was at this point that I realised that I'd destroyed somebody else's house.