Good morning, all! Last night was a round of three crazy dreams. but this morning I only remember the one that ended when I awoke around 12:30 this morning.
The dream took place in the house on Goldman Avenue where I grew up and lived until 1979. I remember little of it now but two things, simething about the ghosts haunting it and the end, in which my mother and I stood across the street and watched the house burn up. I remember there was some amazement that the fire had not disturbed the neighbors.