I had a dream the other night; a dreamlette really. In the dream I was about 18 years old. I went home and the bedrooms weren't where I remembered them. It was night and the first 2 rooms I checked weren't mine.  Then I saw a door that was open a crack and I could see my mother inside. I wasn't going to go in because I thought it must be her bedroom. Then I was inside the room and she had remodeled it for me. At first I was mad, because I thought she'd decorated it in a style more appropriate to 7 year olds. But then I realized she had made it to look just like a children's bookstore. It had  racks you could spin, each filled with children's literature. I remember one of the books was 'Where the Wild Things Are," but every book in there was a favorite from my childhood. Then I realized the whole bedroom was on a circular platform that slowly turned. And around the perimeter of the room was a train track with a train you could ride on through a tunnel and into another room. It was the most amazing room ever.