So I never did get around to writing about the only dream I clearly remember from last night. In it, I and a group of friends were graduating from something, like college or highschool or something. And there was much celebrating and things going on. The main ritual of celebration that I remember involved this house. This house was possibly someplace we had all lived, or some of us had lived, and some of us had spent a good bit of time hanging out it. So the house was like really good and special and meaningful to us. But we were leaving this house. Or else somebody else was buying it. Or else it was going to be razed to the ground. Some sort of combination of all of those makes the most sense to me.

In any event, the way that we were honoring this house and sending it off to its next stage was by basically ransacking that. But I don’t mean that in necessarily a destructive way. More in like a creative way. I and everyone was running around the house like mad, covering it from floor to ceiling with markers, crayons, paint, anything we could find. In whatever shapes or patterns we could. And we just ran around like both frantically and joyfully doing this. It wasn’t really drawing with any sense, it was more chaotic markings, and we had to get it done very quickly, by the end of that night. And we were all really happy and excited. And I feel like there was firelight inside the house with us, because it was that kind of feeling, the feeling you have around firelight, when you’re very frantic and excited performing strange rituals.