Landscapes

I dreamed last night that I took a train to Germany. And back. I don't remember much else about this one.

I also dreamed that I was with my mom, and she was buying me books. On the top shelf, there was a really thick, pink book with a black silhouette of Marie Antoinette on its spine. I couldn't quite reach it, and I asked her to help me get it down. (This doesn't make much sense because she's not much taller than I am.) She was able to retrieve it, however. We opened it, and it turned out to be someone's sketchbook of different landscapes. I began to cry, and she asked why I was crying. I answered, "Because this is SOMEONE'S LIFE right between the covers of this book."