August 22, 2019
V. It's often these in my dreams: A large house with too many doors; locking up for the night; worrying someone will intrude; finding bed space scarce for my housemates; yellow light; switches; waking up and discovering I left one door unlocked; exiting that door and finding a field—usually behind the house; walking, walking, until I find a narrow stream that leads down (it's a hillside by now); then fine white sand. I look up and see my house. "That's done now," in my head. Then I follow where the grass and sand lead me. Then reality.