In real life, we have this swinging cradle that we got from mom, that all of us were raised in, that Grandma Flo earned with S&H Green Stamps and now sits in my living room, but so far Amber hasn't been content in there so hasn't used it much. It's made of rather sparse wood rails, connected together with screws and glue.

In the dream, all I remember is it falling completely apart, all at once, all the wood pieces separating. It's not dangerous, I don't think Amber is even in there.