A closest friend of mine says in her blog:
"She dreamt that the walls in her house have cracks, and after some time she saw her house ruined and she knew her children were in there. She started crying wailing “God why did you let it happen, how could you let it happen!?” and she heard a voice in reply: “I tried to talk to through those cracks on the walls but you could not read me…”
And she cuts short there. Out of a blue I felt that I knew the continuation of the dream (but in my narration her house was still erect with the very cracks):
"Suddenly she realized that the light she was thirsty for, was coming in through the very cracks of the wall; for she had never bothered herself before with thoughts about a window in her gloomy hut. And the kids were watching the game of light and shadow produced by the cracks and enjoying themselves. The Sun rays started caressing her craving skin and she just wanted to give herself up to the rays she had never touched before. She wanted to get a proper sunbath, but still was afraid to leave the hut.
She picked up a knife and unconsciously started drawing new lines on the wall and transforming them into new cracks and letting the illuminating power to sneak in and brighten up the hut. She noticed that her hand with the knife was trembling and all her body started shivering and her heart was the main cause of the tremble. After realizing the notions of time and place she found herself wailing as a widow, weeping histerically and murmuring a sad song she'd sung in her granny's funeral. Her distorted voice made her realize that her wail was over and now she was laughing histerically...
She closed her door to everyone just watching the dancing light which was still pouring in through the cracks and her eyes were completely out of control, re-producing the water she had ever drunk in her lifetime and her lips were playing games by curving in both ways: up and down...
Before the dream was over, the Crack-maker came in with a guilty look in his timid eyes... But her lips found a perfect state: they went up and didn't come down again until she woke up in her hot and humid bed.
She looked out of the window. The street was swimming in the mild spring sunrays.