I am in a farmhouse, in the kitchen/living area. I see a frame drum, I say to the woman, I can teach your son how to play (don't know how I know she has a son). I pick it up and realise it's in the shape of a heart. I start to play it gently, saying this is what I would teach him first.. something very simple. Then I see two of her teenage daughters have appeared, they sit slouched side by side on a sofa glaring, they stare at me with intense hatred and bitterness. I leave and go outside I'm nearly run over by her husband reversing a tractor, I jump out of the way, then I walk away up the lane. Now I'm back inside with the woman, she's very emotional, thanking me, saying I can't know how much my short visit gave to her, how she never experienced what I brought before, (creativity, fun?) her life has been about serving her husband and very boring. I get a feeling of the aridness of the existence she has led inside me as she speaks. I notice the Muppets are in TV and that makes me happy.