Went to bed at about 11:30, woke up at 1:30 with this dream:
I was in a small house, upstairs, and it was getting to be dusk outside. It might have been David and Dan's house, or similar. I stood at a desk and looked out the window.
Oh, I'm so happy you found the floating village again. You'd thought you'd seen the last of it, I think.
I was recently having a conversation about recurring themes and images in dreams and I nearly mentioned your floating village. Even the phrase is lovely.
Me too. I thought I might be done with it, or it with me. I feel so comforted. Maybe I'm turning a corner in this recent struggle, whatever it was about.
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I was recently having a conversation about recurring themes and images in dreams and I nearly mentioned your floating village. Even the phrase is lovely.
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