Oct 24, 2005

Reoccuring dream

I'm building the wooden tracks for a wooden train, laying track end to end around a curve and up, stacked up high. Around me four people talk about trains and toy trains and about this track I'm building. They're sitting on the floor and I'm laying on my belly looking down the left groove and we're all there in familiarity, easy peacefulness, meandering talking and laughter. A child drools on a piece of track.