we have been writing on golden internet pages ... this is the first dream , and which i remembered while dreaming the second . in the second dream i met you . i walked into a small building on a college campus . there was a conference table in the central room with smaller writing rooms all around . entering , i was feeling fine and strong . in this place we the writers of the forum had faces and the faces showed feelings . you were uncomfortable to see me , doubtful , shy to engage . there was a woman , 40ish , sitting in the central room and facing me as i walked in . i had an inkling of her forum name , almost , not quite ... a touch of recognition and love . then i walked around for awhile having a look at everything and everybody and of what they were doing , and no one ever spoke . I had some time here to remember the first dream . it was made with same color of a soft golden amber as was the light in this room . . .
odd. but why would i notice another human entering the room, when more absorbing on the screen of my laptop on the table in front of me, was the world i was deep in developing. and no, i'm not old crone nor urusla leguinne nor vixyfox nor any 40 or older woman who might have been coaching us. just one of those at the table, an older, nondescript male, our favorite media in front of us.
everyone noticed one by one and no one smiled . oh ya , very serious . I related as an artist looking at everything and loving the light . I am sure I would've been smiling all the while . oh , well .
