Do you or a character have any dreams that recur? Why do you think you continue to have that dream?

Blackness turns to gray. Until the shade lightens into shapes. Then colors emerge. Vibrant golds. Sunshine yellow, so bright it's blinding. Grassy green. Sky blue. White, the purest of all light.
A dark haired infant is cradled in my arms. He's at my breast. Nestled close. Bonding in that special way a mother connects to her child.
The white blanket glows in the sunlight. My son's dark hair stands out in stark contrast. His cheeks are slightly pinked. His eyes half closed. He'll be asleep again once I put him in the car seat.
Unconditional love washes over me. Love for my boys. They are my everything.
 My blond haired four year old plays a few feet away, in the playground sand. He's as happy as me to be out of the car. A big hole sits next to him, he's filling it with his bare hands.
It's just us. In this sleepy town. A stop along the road. We all needed the air. And Rawlings provided the exit.
I glance back at our car parked in the lot. Our trusty steed. It's gotten us from one destination to the next. As a mom, that's a priceless gift. It glistens under the summer sun. I wish it looked as good on the inside as it does on the outside.
Something catches my eye and I glance back at my four year old. A carnival has erupted from the grassy field next door. It's no longer sleepy. People mill around in groups, scanning the next adventure they'd like to take. Kids run with ice cream in hand.
My four year old is by my side, begging to go on rides. His lips are turned into a pleading smile, the gap between his front two teeth on display. I reach down and tussle his hair. His smile widens. He knows I'm about to give in.
I glance down at the baby boy in my arms. His dark lashes caress his pinked cheeks. He's asleep.
We head toward the crowd, toddler pulling on one hand, and baby tucked into my other side. A new adventure is about to begin.