In a dream last night
Dan said “I’m waiting for the rock concert to start.” We were on the grassy side of a hill that led down to the cliffs and it’s egde, the ocean and at it’s edge; the horizon. I was looking out onto the bay, a dark storm cloud was forming on the horizon, soon it was a huge purple menace hanging in the air. Particles almost still, but not quite. Lazily pulling itself together, close, inevitable and Wild.
I said “we should move to Montreal”. but then the rock show was coming. We are waiting in silence looking at the swollen cloud.
then I woke up. I feel like something is coming, something big and out of my control. something exciting.
