I had a dream last month that was so realistic I woke thinking I'd actually gone to visit that place and those people. The details have lingered for so long I thought I'd write a post about it, just for fun. I dreamt of a small, pretty farm with an old farmhouse, from which a family was moving out. Mom and Dad were in their late thirties, and they had two kids (a boy and girl) running around the place. I didn't recognize the family, the farm or the area, but it reminded me of the Carolinas. The house was filled with vintage quilts and antiques. I started helping the couple with moving things to their black van, which they parked next to a bonfire (they were also burning trash.) The fire bothered me, but not enough to say anything. As we carried things out the mom and I chatted about quilting, and what she wanted to let go of but couldn't make herself do so. Her husband was annoyed with a neighbor that should have come to help them but hadn't. I remembe...