The dream just floats up into her head.

Sophie was telling me that to help her go to sleep she made a dozen or so small drawings of the things she likes to think about.  Then she put them in an envelope by her bed.  Each night she pulls out three images and tells herself to make them into a dream. “Then the dream just happens,” she said, “it just floats up into my head.”  

Isabel and Sophie playing on the deck of one of Tom Kundig’s alien RVs at Wesola Polana in Mazama.


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