Bits of memory shrapnel. From my brain to the screen, shared.
February 13, 2006
Dreams 8, 9, and 10
They all had to do with conspicuous dancers and me. In one, there was a conversation about teaching classes, in another, there was some subterranean exploration and drumming with rusty kitchen utensils, and in the third, I was separated by a glass wall from the rehearsal, so I made up my own exercise: anticipate the changes in the dance and either match the changes or do something complementary. It was awesome. And I remembered some of the combinations when I woke up.