I had a dream the other night that Richard and I moved to the country. There was a huge farm next door, so we took Violet to visit the neighbors. Suddenly there were tons of people showing up at this farm, getting on tram cars that took you on a tour of the acreage. We got separated from Violet and I could see her far away on another tram car. She was safe, with people we knew, and having a good time. Then something happened and she hurt herself and started crying. I went to

I walked into my house last night and everything was wrong. All the appliances were old and corroded, the fridge door was off its hinges and flies were swarming around whatever was left inside to rot. I dialed for a pizza, but when the guy asked me my address I couldn’t remember it so I ran outside to find all the house numbers on the ground. I didn’t know which order they had been in. “It could be 5-6-7 or maybe 7-6-5. I’m not sure. Hang on, let me ask my husband,” I said to