I dreamt of a tree with red flowers for Isa. They were as large as dinner plates and their color was draining from their petals, so I had to take one for her before they turned to white.

I was walking along a main road to return home and I stopped when I saw people in the backyard of a house across the street. There was construction debris everywhere. I found a tiger-striped feather for Hunter. I had to trudge through the muddy driveway that was glazed over with water, and I spoke with the family. I forget the details, but the conversation was about their house. As we spoke, when I was inside, the walls were sinking into the ground.

I was waiting for someone, but I was traveling with a large group of people. I was wearing white stockings; I dipped my feet into the ice water of a lake but glided back to the ledge of snow when I saw all of the others swimming.