odd collection of dream fragments
I woke up this morning with an odd collection of remembered bits of dreams: One in which the Kartuli Ensemble had dwindled to me and two small children, another with an expanded Kartuli Ensemble leaving on a trip to Georgia and me trying to gather up shoes I wanted with me, and one where I realized at the end of the day that I must have walked out in the middle of a haircut in the morning but had no memory of doing so. The order of the three is somewhat indeterminate. They were all somewhat connected by a yellow house, which was alternately the children's, mine, and attached to the mall the barbershop was in.