This is the first dream in a couple of years not to be featured in Dana's Dreams, a 186 page paperback with full color photos that I just completed last night and should be released soon. Will there be More of Dana's Dreams? You never know. I was at an auction type of appraiser's with Ron and his mother. The place was well lit but crammed with stuff. Ron's mother had three Italian glass pieces, an ashtray, and some other sort of dishes. They were mottled: blue, yellow, and clear, heavy glass. She had given me two of them, but when she realised that they were worth a little bit of money she said she thought she ought to keep them. The next time we were supposed to go I told Ron I didn't want to, and he didn't blame me.
