When I was a little girl I had some frightening dreams--mostly involving the devil.  Who knows it was likely from Sunday bible study classes.  I generally walked home filled with anxiety.  Or, I was so influenced by religion that I knew that God could not be pleased with me.

I remember coming home from Sunday school and telling my mother that we are all going to hell, that fire would be dropped from the skies because God is so displeased with the world.  Hmmmm……

Collected Dreams

            after Bill Berkson’s Selected Dreams

Abandoned building with a baby, rodents and roaches

Flying alone in Stephen King’s Langoliers

A sex devil in a Santa sleigh

My father sneaking into heaven

A stranger in my house, behind my door, in my closet

Black lacquer elevator

A toddler calling me mama

I think this week, it calls for something "dreamy" . . . or maybe something in the foggy morning.