I am a dreamer – really, I dream a-lot! and I remember…
Once, I dreamed I was swimming in really deep waters, breathing naturally and freely without any equipment. It felt great!
Another time, we (C and me) started a revolution… our house (mainly the kitchen) was the headcounters, filled with workers wearing blue communist uniforms (:
And there was this dream about a women-only event I hosted, for sisters and cousins – everybody was dressed in white except for one, who was walking around in a red-dotted white bra… gentle female voices transferring intimate details, a soft breeze blowing through the windows and silently flapping their long white curtains…
I used to write them down. I think that if I’ll ever publish all of them I will –
a) have the most amazing fantasy book, or –
b) be institutionalized immediately.