The Enchanted Brain

I dreamed a little of mother. Pop came home from work, still dressed in his white uniform and black jacket, and mother and I are doing some yard work. Nothing special. Like a real slice of life.

I recall hearing a long time ago that we dream a lot every night, and it's just a question of how much we remember and what we remember. I imagine that I must dream of mother often, as well as Bo, but the catch is recalling those slips of dream. It's a pleasant thought: to think that they are alive and well in my subconscious somewhere.

The Enchanted Brain

I dreamed a little of mother. Pop came home from work, still dressed in his white uniform and black jacket, and mother and I are doing some yard work. Nothing special. Like a real slice of life.

I recall hearing a long time ago that we dream a lot every night, and it's just a question of how much we remember and what we remember. I imagine that I must dream of mother often, as well as Bo, but the catch is recalling those slips of dream. It's a pleasant thought: to think that they are alive and well in my subconscious somewhere.