This dream reminds me of my very first memory. In a pitch dark room, My mother opens the door and tells me it's alright Mary you can come out. Daddy's in prison now. This confuses me but I come out into the light, leaving behind my fear of the unseen monsters and silence. My one comfort is the light coming through the door.
The very few memories I have of Home before I was taken away was our swing outside, U2 With or Without You playing on the radio, and the gentle rain pattering down. I have held tightly onto this one good memory like a life preserver in an ocean of nightmares. In an ocean of now memories.