Dream

Been dreaming a lot lately. I think there are themes but I’ve been too lazy to write them down. But one stayed with me. I was somewhere with H., who made me happy by talking to me personally, intimately. But then he proposed a covert relationship, and I said no, for A. Suddenly I was putting a ceramic rose in a clear deep rich pink on a shelf next to a dark red ceramic rose (the dark red one is one I actually have, a gift from someone, a former neighbor). I was calm but sad, had a sense of finality as I put the one rose next to the other.

I’ve been dreaming of having deep philosophical conversations with Chico (who does, indeed, like having deep philosophical conversations, though I am rarely around when they are going on). And I’ve dreamt of A’s daughter, who is warm and a good person.

Are these things a little bit about moving on? (Sure takes a long time, and in some ways it’s never over).