Dream Diary

Dreamed I was watching a large rectangular patch of grass with pavements on both sides, and roads on both sides of that. On the grass and on the pavements sat/lay many wolves, just lolling around, while cars drove by on both sides. I think some wolves got up and moved, definitely one did; and there was something about going north, but whether a wolf thought it at me or someone said it, I don't know.

I wish I could map the lands that turn up in my dreams. There are some I haven't seen for a long time, the cathedral under the earth with the tunnel that goes downwards, the city all blown away, the path guarded by Cerberus near a shopping mall in Granada, the pub on the edge of a sea so stormy it made the moon and sun shine like metal under water, the fields full of horses with mechanical wings.

This is the second time in a dream I have been pointed northwards; very unlikely as though I love Scotland, if we move we are likely to go somewhere much warmer, and in no way northward.

Boyfriend away...

Time for tofu stir-fry.

You're supposed to press it between chopping blocks or put a weight on it or something. Not that this helps the flavour - nothing really does that - but apparently the texture can be improved.

I remember my first ever tandoori tofu burger. That was michelin starred compared to what I just ate.

Time for gin.