If you ever had a repeating dream please let me know what it is like for I have no clue. For like I stated before my dreams are never like anybody else's. The dream I've told you about repeated itself four times within a month and a half, before it continued. And when I say continued, I mean just that, from the place that I left off it would continue on but this time in mere glimpses of events. Like memories.

One such glimpse, or memory, was that of me dancing with the child in my arms as I hummed along to a fuzzy song that our masked companion was playing. Then suddenly he got up from his instrument, while the music continued to play, and came to me. He stood watching as I twirled around. He would step forward and offer his hand, and then I would wake up reaching out for his hand.

Another glimpse was that of my child, as I'd now come to view him, taking his first steps with me cheering him on. (I would never hear any names the dream seemed to skip over that part.) He would make a few hesitant steps and then look back at me so that I could give him an encouraging smile and then he would make a cute happy gurgle and give a cute smile with little dentures twinkling. He would make a few more steps forward, as I come closer to him on my knees to make sure he was safe. All of the sudden he'd sit abruptly down and I'd hurry over to him to make sure he was alright, but all he did as I reached towards him to pick him up was shake his head and then go on all fours and start to crawl. His destination ended up being our gracious host's desk, as he got there our host gently patted the baby's brown curls and smoothed them out. As his hand left my baby's head the little mouth becomes a pout, and his little palm pounded on the other's chair trying to get his attention again. But it wasn't the pounding that caught the other's attention it was the one word that came from the child's mouth, "Dadah?" There was a surprised pause and then a happy chuckle vibrated through the keeper's chest and the baby was raised into his arms. The brown haired angel clung onto the masked man's neck with a tight grip and then his baby blue eyes found me and his head tilted to the side. "Momma?" And then his little hand was reaching out towards me, clenching and unclenching as he repeated his new name for me and as I reached out I woke up.

It came to the moment when I wondered whether these were just rather extravagant dreams or if they were in fact a reality, a memory in its on entirety.