November 30, 2008, The Toy Maker

I dream I am talking with a man from Canada who makes toys out of wood. He is even wearing a wooden hat made out of miniature log cabin logs. We are sitting on stools at a counter, like at an old fashioned soda fountain. He has many toys in front of him. As I look at the toys, I am flying, like superman might fly, horizontally, head first, over a miniature landscape covered with wooden toys, scenes of farms and scenes of war, with exploding haystacks going up in smoke. I am amazed by the skill of the toymaker to make such wondrous things.