I used to have nightmares... I was in a room with other kids, it was night and some were crying for their mother. I yelled at them to be quiet and told them that there was no such person... then I would flash to a courtyard surrounded by a wall and there was a set of swings where I ran to and played on. If you could send me the photo (firstname.lastname@example.org
), I would appreciate it. I wonder if it looks like the one in my nightmare. Another funny thing (perhaps from my subconscious), I made a purse for my oldest daughter once and in the center I embroidered a girl on a swing. How weird is that?
Yolanda Terry Spina-Parks