Last night I dreamed several dreams in succession:
- I was at some kind of military academy, and we were divided into groups and given a homework assignment: to make a meal. The other groups got menus like “hunter’s stew with sausage and beans. cheese. coffee.” Ours got tarte tatin and brioche. I said I’d do the brioche.
- I blew up the house of my confinement by placing a bomb in one of the kitchen cupboards, among the dessert plates. I escaped with my love and he showed me to the house where we would live, accompanied by a woman housekeeper and a handy boy he’d engaged in the village.
- Erik escorted me to a meditation workshop and we arrived very early. Then, suddenly, everyone else was inside and I was about to be late. I ran in, discovered I’d misplaced my journal, and had to run out to get it.
- A high school friend asked me to help her come up with a new signature. I wrote her name over and over again in cursive and calligraphy, but every now and then I’d forget to use her married name, and would revert to the name under which I knew her.
Did I get any rest at all? I must have, because I feel very relaxed today. We’re back in our own house, which is now filled with flowers from Shra’s engagement party, and I have lots of projects to work on. Life gud.
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