i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.