In a recurring dream I go back down to North Carolina to live in this guy’s backyard in a makeshift shanty.
I dreamt that all I could see was my husband's detached head.
I recently dreamt I was in my room and when I touched the walls of my room, they were very soft; my fingers could penetrate them.
I dreamt it was storming. Birds circled the sky, hovering above a wooden box. I saw the huge figures of God and Satan fighting over me.
Every month for 30 years, I’ve dreamt of trying to catch a train.