While I was homeless, I never was in a homeless shelter--until last night's dream about being homeless with my adult daughter and grandchildren. We all went to the shelter together. Somehow it resembled a jail. No in and out privileges, I think.

Later in the dream it shifted to Dave and I visiting Keokuk and staying in my grandparent's camper (which they sold years ago before their death). And earlier in the night I was trying to help a battered woman leave her extremely scary husband.

It was a busy night! Then my migraine woke me up. I've been having a bad migraine week.