The day and dreams

It snowed last night, and every thing looks very pretty. Barely a couple of inches, but it should be enough to throw the country into complete transport meltdown. We shall see.

Strange to wake to all this cold prettiness after such a vivid dream of flowers and a river. I was with a friend from very long ago, long before smokingboot. In real life, we were not so very close...she was almost a bit prissy for my tastes...but still an intelligent and kind if permanently disapproving friend. Yet here we were, in a place where several games were being played. One was Vampire LARP, and I saw a family attacked; they gave such painful cries it disturbed me. Another showed a couple of friends from the studio trying to ride bicycles. But she and I found ourselves in a very sunny beautiful place, flower filled, next to a wide river sparkling under generous sunlight. I recognised it as a kind of museum of gardening, it was as though I knew it well. At this point a twin rainbow emerged, one for each of us I guessed, and some refracted patterns of extraordinary light. I knew the name of the extraordinary phenomenon then, but not now. In the coffee house, she stuffed my hands full of tarot cards, wanting to see me tell fortunes. I dropped them all. She asked what she could give me for my birthday. I laughed and said, 'A house,' but to my mind the houses here were very new build and dull looking, and I advocated either getting me an older house, or waiting till these houses were older...or just getting a houseboat.

A very pleasant very vivid dream. I look forward to my work today.