Last night I only had one hand. It was my right hand, which I kept covered with a red satin glove, glittering all over with tiny sparkling Swarovskis. It was my only hand and I had made it my artefact, my most treasured body part. Living with one hand was uncomfortable. It made me cranky… Continue reading One handed
Category: Dreams
It’s a string
I'm enjoying myself immensely in this dream. With a merry-band-of-misfits we laugh and joke and adventure until nature calls, and I need to excuse myself from the sweet band of companions I can no longer recall.I walk down a long corridor to find the nearest bathroom. It's clean and bright with three stalls. I pick… Continue reading It’s a string
One task
Last night I dreamed. I was in a large workshop space, light wooden floors, colourful textiles with inspiring quotes on the walls. A circle of people, including myself, sitting on sturdy pillows. A teacher standing in the center of the circle. That's odd, I remember thinking. In most workshops, teachers don't stand in the middle… Continue reading One task
