Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
hello reader,
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
its good short few pages
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.god being the centre magnet
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
the site i am dreaming
its good
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
like magnets
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i was tempted to lie about my name
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
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