Happy Birthday

To bad_moon_rising

Have a fantastic day:-)

I want

to live on a boat called Miranda, moored somewhere near Canary Wharf, but often in other places too. There's a crocodile involved, and several of hybridartifacts illustrations illuminate the interior. If I close my eyes I can see it. But I don't close my eyes cos every time I do, one of my cats yells at me or the phone rings. No sleep last night and precious little now.

Travelling to London tonight for about 12 days, so if I don't get back to peeps' emails now, I promise to reply asap.

Oh God, for some sleep!

Amendment

larians came home early and we both crashed out in bed, kitties suddenly behaving like angels; the three of them are still there sleeping deep. It's all so peaceful and I feel so much better.

Dreamt of a place of many bus stops, a man who told me that his mentor warned him that sometimes influences 'deeper than the soul' drove us to depths or heights. He gave me a tiny book of prophecies and self-help, affirmations, that kind of thing; but the book's spine was broken, held together by a slim cord; at one point I tried to add a crayon drawing to it, but I stopped before I really started. Then I read something I found ridiculous or could not empathise with at all - in any case, I had had enough - and, half laughing, half shaking my head, decided to get rid of the book. I was going to throw it away when an old lady who ran a second hand shop/stall asked me if she could have the book. I gave it to her and left her reading it while I wandered away. Interesting dream as books are a very powerful personal symbol for me, an intense feature of my life; those I have lent out never came back, and I don't recall throwing a book away ever. Tisn't something I do.