◎ Into the Unknown

Lots of dreams last night. Mostly of the uncanny-valley kind and not overly surreal. Every time I would wake up, a new one would start-- Of friends and places I knew a long time ago, as well as new creative projects, special missions to other planets, and squirrels I was trying to save from curious little cats, that turned out to be wind-up toys sent by enemies to create a red-herring in my dream (sometimes they do get that meta). I gave my brother a tour through a house I had built with my mind, and there were passages twisted with knots and burls that I admired for their effect. I wondered why I had given the master bedroom a view of the street, and not the field, but found myself pleased when it was because the best view was for the common-room which looked out over fields and farms, etc. and everyone got to share that beauty, instead. At one point I also dreamt I was a musician-- the frontwoman in a band that did not yet have a name but was somehow already standing backstage, on the verge of greater fame, speaking with my lead guitarist over something I can't now remember. I may have, at some point, been trying to save anthropomorphized items in a night-time showroom a la "Brave little Toaster" but it's vague (and also what the heck!). 

This morning I am feeling a tenuous sort of new emotion I am not sure how to name. Grounded, I guess. Not smashed into the ground, or walking on razors; and the opposite of dissociation. I am... here... And it's curious and still. My mind is still chatting, but it is less that there are several people in the room, and more like a monologue, with stops in between. The silence of a child that has cried itself... awake, and is startled by the wonder of unexpectedly calm surroundings.

I think I'm... going to go get a coffee. 

I have homework to do. Who knows what else. 

Whatever will be, will be.