Last night I dreamt of a bird trapped in the house. It was late. He was hop/fluttering up and across the office bookshelves to disappear through a (nonexistent) attic hatch in the closet. When I got a closer look, he had an acquaintance's face. Little Friend BirdMan. How strange, dreaming so recently of new locked doors, and now of new hidden spaces !
un/believable situations in un/known places
so many combinations . . ,
usually all my teeth fall out
, . . but sometimes enough i breathe underwater : )
