Dreamt that he kept coming into our backyard and looking at a treehouse we had started to build.
The first time he came he just walked around the structure, looking at it.
The second time he came and methodically started taking it apart.
We would call him and tell him to stop but the next day he would be back, taking the sides off the base.
The sun was to the west and everything was sort of a golden color like out of a picture book.
I never felt afraid or upset. (I knew Beloved would calmly call him and tell him stop, but he would come back the next day and start pulling things off. Like he couldn't listen. He couldn't help himself.)
Just a little sad that everyday he would come back and try to take our treehouse apart.
Freud would have a field day with that dream...
