Dream

I dreamed I arrived by subway at the Brighton Beach station in Brooklyn. I ran into Ken, my husband's boss. We were wearing 1920's wool coats and I was circling trying to remember which direction was Brightwater Court, my Grandparents street. I looked for the yellow brick building.

Suddenly a speeding vehicle stacked high with slabs of marble spun by and unloaded all of the marble slabs on top of a monument platform, intact.

"Way to go," I shouted. They were pleased and I was amazed.

I found the street. My grandparents were alive and well and I was so happy to see them.