Dreams: I was visiting my father's house, hoping to have dinner with him. He, however, decided to take my sister (who looked suspiciously like my younger daughter) out to dinner. As they went out to the garage, I saw that it was just starting to rain (the drops were clear in the puddles sitting in the depressions in the driveway) and had a sense of tremendous foreboding that they were going to have an accident that night. I told him to drive safely as they got in the car. After they had left I noticed two cars that were driving across our lawn and a neighbor's, seemingly intent on tearing up the wet grass and leaving dark tracks of mud behind. I sensed that the drivers would try to get into the house and so I checked all the locks on the doors. The doors had cheap locks on them, and none of them would latch securely. I thought about calling the police, but the two men who had been driving the cars pushed their way into the house and I wasn't able to get to the phone. One was tall, thin and balding, while the second was shorter and very muscular. The shorter one pushed me back toward the hall closet, but then backed off just as it seemed he was about to assault me. I walked outside with the two of them and asked them whether they had gone to my high school. They looked considerably younger than me, but answered that they had both graduated from high school in 1967. I wanted to walk out to their cars with them so that I could look at their license plates. As we walked to their cars, we had to pick our way across a freshly plowed field, although I never did see the license plates.

I have many dreams about the house I grew up in, although this is the first in a long time. Sometimes my parents, both of whom passed away a long time ago, are there, and other times the house is just the setting for a small story such as this one to play out.