Currently hacking away at Monument City pieces. Just posted on philanthropist George Peabody and the Marquis de Lafayette, who was sort of the equivalent of a world-renowned rockstar, from what I can tell.
I had a dream this morning about going back to summer stock again this summer and meeting the “new recruits” as they got off the bus. Not that there’s an actual bus, per se, but you get the way dreams work, I’m sure. (As an aside, I have no idea how people could never remember their dreams at all - so totally weird!) Anyway, somehow there appeared this really big dog amidst the whole thing, which I took it upon myself to take away because it simply wouldn’t have made sense or been safe to have it in that environment. So I wrangled the thing, leashed it up and hauled it out of there - having to be a lot rougher than I would ever be comfortable being with an animal in real life. It kept fighting and trying to bite me, and I kept having to force its head under water briefly (waterboarding?) to get it to tire out and calm the hell down.
Otherwise, I’ve noticed a trend reversal in what I’ve termed my “spring cleaning” dreams lately. Just after my most recent move a couple weeks ago, I was having a lot of darkly underworld dreams wherein people who I know and love would act completely out of character with great cruelty. Topsy-turvy worlds, inside-out worlds. But I noticed the other day the inversions finally inverting themselves. People in dreams who were always assholes or antagonistic towards me apologizing, us coming to terms with one another, expressing fondness and love even. Taming the beasts.
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