Since I can remember I have had this reoccuring dream of a open grass plain in the desert somewhere around New Mexico. I stand there barefoot and pregnant with hair to my knees hanging clothes on the line. When out of no where this man with long jet black hair comes to swoop me up in his arms and we are happy. There is a red beat up old ford pick 'em up truck in the yard. We live in a little hut with very little luxuries but we are increasingly happy.