Two weeks before Belgium and Germany flooded, I had a dream that Amsterdam was underwater. I was walking through the city and the sea had come in by about three miles. I remember walking through waist height water and everyone was confused. The traffic lights kept changing.

A few nights ago I had a dream that I was, for some reason, coming home on a speedboat. My city was now underwater. People were swimming in the harbour. The tops of churches and monuments stuck out from the water's surface and were now in the sea, like obstacles to old 16th century sailing boats. I drew a picture of my dream and I now recognise this to be Porto or Lisbon in Portugal.

But I'm not from these places. I'm from the UK and live in Singapore, yet I've had dreams of being other people in different places that only exist in dreams.