Its been a week of epic dreams and passing away. 3 days peak between my grandmother’s death and her funeral. A crux of piled on pressure that I somehow withhold.
In my dream I was forced in a train wreck project that needed more and more parts of me to get done, by me. Which is pretty exactly the same as my days go, except for the knee length boots that where lying around everywhere and that I would periodically step in and out of. I think I shall wear mine today to work tie the knot.
There was also a mysterious library I could walk into. It felt european or new-englandy. There was a trap that seemed to operate like this, if you where a counter-espionage person sporting brown hair with a moustache, and came with a look-alike to rent a book at the desk, you would immediately fall into a tunnel that took you away for ever. The setting lighted in red.
Not sure what this part was about, but I have just acquired a guide to American architecture. Seems related.
Lo I still love my life, my lover, the daylight and what the future may bring.
Amourx.
