DREAM #1
Mom is a high-speed train. I don’t know where she’s going. She runs wild, flies along the track, up a hill. She bought me a ticket that I have to take. I have no choice. I have to board the train as a passenger, as one along for a ride. I feel as though I can’t get off the train.

DREAM #2
My sisters and I are lying at the fireplace hearth at Nanny’s. Uncle Pippi gets up to attend to the fire that’s petering out. He steps in between my sisters and me. I’m on the left side, then him, then my three sisters. They don’t watch him. They’re busy playing a game of some type. He bends at the waist and slides open the chain-like curtain that covers the fireplace. He pokes a log with a poker, adds a log, newspaper, a match, to get it going again. The flames roar, shoot up the chimney, lovely sparks fly. I watch his face. He smiles slightly at the fire, chews gum, his jaw moves, his square-chiseled face is otherwise still, quiet. He doesn’t look at me, yet, he knows that I’m there, watching him. I yearn to jump up, kiss his cheek and hug him tightly. But, I can’t do that. I’m not taught how to do that. I don’t see anyone show affection like this at Nanny’s house. I feel as though I love him very much.