Her nightmares started in the summer of 1988, six months before Pan Am Flight 103 exploded over the small town of Lockerbie. Dreams are common to everyone, although only occasionally do we recall their content in detail. Watch a sleeping figure while he or she is dreaming and the eyelids and mouth twitch and flicker and the eyebrows furrow. Something involuntary is taking place. Jolyon Spence from Moulin in Perthshire was in her mid-twenties when she experienced a series of vivid dreams. ‘They always came around dawn in that half-sleep when the ghosts start to appear,’ she said. ‘I was in a car with a man at the wheel and two children in the back seats. We were all being very happy and jolly, although it was pouring with rain outside. The car was heading along some nondescript Highland road with trees on either side. I don’t remember the rain being particularly heavy but all of a sudden there was this great roaring noise and a mountain of rocks and mud came crashing down in front of us.’ Jolyon told me the nightmare repeated itself until she met her husband Ted.
