dream.

Just now dreamed of my mother. I can never remember all of a dream. We were in our old house, where I grew up. She was decorating some cookies. She ran out of decorations and went upstairs on an elevator to get some more. I wanted to go too, so I got on the next elevator and went up. [The up button was where the down button should be, and vice versa. But it pointed up.]

That was it.

Startling dream when you think of it. My mother was no more likely to bake cookies than she was to sprout wings and fly to the moon.

Did she want me to wait downstairs for her? I don’t know.