Dream

I was in a room in a house high up on a hill resembling Bowen Street in Providence. Schoolchildren were singing in French, standing in the yard below.

I was in Vermont with my childhood family and Ruby and Lucy (former dogs) were running loose. We were walking around touring an art museum and planetarium. A student had painted a fabulous caricature of the model and I told him he could have a career doing that. He said he disliked all of the current politicians. I told him making his art was a way to get on top of the problem and gain control.

I was suddenly at a railroad station platform in Riverside Rhode Island with no memory of how I got there from Vermont. My friend's son now grown up was there. I asked him if he could text my family and I'd let them know where I ended up. I didn't have their phone number. I was manic and aware of it in the dream. That was the silver lining, my awareness.