The earliest dream I remember was a nightmare. I was around three, in real life and in the dream. It was Christmas and I was in the den of the home where I grew up with my grandparents. The den was warmed by a Williams vent-free gas heater. It was a good warm"like you feel during Christmas"surrounded by family. I was playing with some toys on the circular rug. And then my grandfather entered from the living room…
SOURCE: bricktheater.blogspot.com at 11:06AM on January 2, 2013