dreams: September 01, 1998
I'm 10 yrs. old again
I'm looking at old artworks done by Mihsu and Jim H. (?) from
Ted Holden's multi-age class.
Then I'm going into
John's
backyard. It's nighttime. When I look up across the horizon, I see
a rosy beam of light going across the sky, slanting towards the right,
down to the ground. A group of us are gathering to sit and watch it.
Ernie (?) is already there, already watching outside.
Cleansing drool.
Love in humans.
[The dreams seemed very significant, symbolic,
and archetypal, like I could relate to the meaning while
experiencing them.]
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