I stare at the crocodile from my childhood nightmares.

This is not meant to happen!

On the other hand, I’m quite looking forward to seeing the expression of Hitler’s face when this massive crocodile turns into a furry toy in front of him. A murmur goes round the crowd, and Hitler turns away as though he does not want to witness what comes next.

It’s okay, Malky. You know what to do. Remember last time?

The last time I had seen Cuthbert had been the very first Dreaminator dream: the one in the classroom, when he had emerged from beneath the desk I was standing on. Just as I had done then, I extend my hand and say, Cuthbert!’, then, ‘Stop!’

It doesn’t work.

Instead of turning into a cuddly toy before my eyes, the beast rises a little on its stumpy legs and starts coming towards me.

Hitler turns to his officers and laughs. Then he faces me. ‘It’s not vorking, is it, little English boy? You think you are so cleffer. You forget: I am Adolf Hitler, one of the most evil men who has ever lift! Ha ha ha ha! Kutbert – attack him!’

I try again. ‘Cuthbert! Stop! Stop!’

Still he advances. I don’t understand: my powers of dream-control should have lasted much longer than this. But I am taking no more risks.

‘Emergency Escape!’ I yell to Seb. ‘Ready?’

‘Aye aye, sir!’

SNAP!

In a flash, the croc’s jaws clamp down on my extended arm in an agonising grip, tearing at my flesh as it tries to wrench my arm off.

‘Wake up!’ I shout, ‘WAKE UP!’

Nothing happens.