At least this time I didn’t dream about the accident again. I dreamt about something that happened a long time before - the night Emma was born. Here Dad drove mom to the hospital and left me with her parents while Mom was giving birth and then took me to see them the next morning. There? He was so convinced that ‘monsters’ would get in if he opened the door after dark that he refused to drive her or let the midwife into the house so he delivered Emma himself. One thing stayed the same though - mom asked me to help come up with her name. It was nice waking up from that place with a smile on my face instead of tears.