Clara speaks of her dreams as though they were films. "Mummy I haven't finished watching the film yet !" she might mutter as I try to wake her up in the morning.
Last night she dreamt she was driving my "skinny" car in Portugal (she might have been refering to one of the small cars we usually rent went we go on holiday there). All of a sudden the car would start flying and I, who was watching from a window, would cover my eyes for fear of what would happen to her. But super-Clara was able to gently bring the car down and park it in front of a wall, without getting hurt or hitting anything. She was utterly thrilled. May I remind you that Clara is only 5 ! And she already dreams about driving my car !