We weren’t allowed to talk about our dreams when we were kids. I don’t mean dreams for the future, I mean the ones that happened the night before, sometime between turning off the lights and shuffling into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. My mom made this rule, probably after many mornings listening to my very creative youngest sister recount multi-layered dreams involving life in the Smurf village. I get it. But let me, just for a minute, tell you about my dream last night.
A Peek Inside the Dollhouses
A Peek Inside the Dollhouses
A Peek Inside the Dollhouses
We weren’t allowed to talk about our dreams when we were kids. I don’t mean dreams for the future, I mean the ones that happened the night before, sometime between turning off the lights and shuffling into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. My mom made this rule, probably after many mornings listening to my very creative youngest sister recount multi-layered dreams involving life in the Smurf village. I get it. But let me, just for a minute, tell you about my dream last night.