note #82

dreams catch me up sometimes and won't let go. they trail from my head most times and fall like petals around me. even in my waking hours they haunt and form, new ones constantly bursting forth into the waking world though no one else can see.

here is a dream:

there is a house...much larger than you'd think....and the ghost says she's left it to me....but i've come too late, people have already started to take things that aren't theirs...there are birds in what appears to be a closet...but it leads to a sun room...then to a greenhouse room...back into the house where it is grimy and old...falling apart to the looks but solid under it all...the library is full...people keep trying to take the books...i didn't know she liked comics...there are so many books here i want to read...through and through the house i go...the birds squawk as i go past...i put water into the fish bowls in the greenery...the black fish pair are beautiful and mesmerizing...i'm lost...