Library Dreams

I've been having a lot of dreams lately about libraries. Last night I had such a dream. The library was very old. It had wooden elevators and walls stained from rain leaking through the roof. But the books this library had! Tall, never-ending shelves of books, beautiful old editions of art books.

Allen was with me. There was also a child, a baby, that was ours. It was not yet a year old but he could talk and recited beautiful poetry, quite to my surprise. Surprising, too, was the fact that we even had a child--at our age!