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I dreamt of puppies made of uncooked dough. They were small, some of their chests did not rise I could fit the mass of them in the palm of my hand. One was bigger than the others. He wabbled slowly forward, clearly too fat to move. I asked him to wag his tail, and when he did, removed the extra dough from his bottom. He crawled toward you and settled in your hands. When he began to grow, I smiled.
Along the way he became a boy. He called me Mama and had the most beautiful brown hair and eyes. It was effortless to lift him, to hug him, love him. I don't know if you were his father, but he was rather attached to you.
And there was a train with awkward bends of silence. My mind whirred as I read the situation, heard the voices chatter against my brain. A conversation occurred before my arrival. The outpouring of emotional recall was much like human psychometry. I opened my mouth and sung, because singing means I'm opening up. I won't sing in front of just anyone. It makes me feel vulnerable, yet empowered too. So I wove my feelings into song.
I didn't have to pay for the hotel room, but I could have a receipt--at least, that's what the receptionist told me. The three of you had already covered it. The price was not split evenly.
There were mattresses and bedding. Six of us stuffed into a room. My best friend had the cot across from me. It was like band camp all over again.
I was able to dissolve into shadows, oddly enough. The oven was filled with water and drowning. Hiding from mother was important. I held my breath, fearing the magic of dreaming (my power of concealment) would give out.
~*~
Just wanted to pen down the imagery of last night's dream before lunch. I remember everything in vivid detail. Sleeping in is such a wonderful thing. Also, my brain is feeling very writerly today. There's something inside me struggling to get out. It's along the lines of: writing to connect the river between my mind and heart. Exploring the how and why.
Well, I'm running late again. It's sushi time!