Ashley Hodo, 22.
Crying out, I bolted upright in bed. Moments later, my aunt Rhonda popped her head around the door.
“Another nightmare?” she asked me.
“Yes,” I replied, trembling. Aged 10, I’d recently been having a recurring dream.
In it, I was a toddler, and while my dad, Robert, slept on the sofa, my mum, Melissa, picked me up and carried me into the kitchen.
She then placed me down on the benchtop, and suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of fear and pain came over me until I woke up screaming.
At 14 months, I’d been in a house fire, leaving me with severe burns over my body, so I guessed my dreams were connected.
I had no memory of what had happened, but I’d been told I’d spent months…
