Frog escaped, hid, couldn't be found. Tommy no help, just watches with apparent deep interest. Hour later, spot frog. Catch him, shoots outta my hand like a watermelon seed, heads for the bathroom. Tommy no help. Frog under fixed piece of furniture. Borrow butterfly net from neighbour. Finally catch and release frog! Tommy absolutely no help!

Back to dreamland...

I am on the lush shore of a small tropical lake. It is smooth as glass. I step in, it is warm, and I walk out until I'm over my head. I am walking on the bottom, underwater, but I am breathing as if it is air. Everything is green, there are no fish, but moonsnails are floating everywhere.

Another...

This is a house I know, in the dream, I will live in. It has a long triple window over the kitchen sink; stained glass barn swallows are incorporated into the glass. The kitchen is long and woody. There are two wooden steps up from the kitchen into an old fashioned dim-lit parlour. The floor is dark wide planks, scuffed and worn, partly covered with worn oriental rugs. There is a transparent old woman sitting in a chair, staring at me.