Last night, I dreamed that was reading Alanna's OD, and at the end was a poem had written. It was only three lines, and I don't remember the exact wording for all of it, but it went something like this:
I write a passionate poem
And only Leontes can
Make me write a thousand more.
But that seems shorter than it was in the dream. I'm really unsure of the first line, but the rest I do remember.
Then I dreamed about the theater. The booth had been modified to have even less room and was in fact quite claustrophobia-inducing, requiring one to squeeze in and crawl along the floor on one's belly. This made me panic and climb back down. And suddenly the Vortex was larger, our white circle on the floor still, and the seat banks still all around but moved back and out of alignment.
I woke up in a good mood. I even woke up naturally when it was still morning, but didn't get up out of a lack of a compelling reason to be up earlier than usual.
The night before my dreams involved a party of a lot of people from Albuquerque. No Reedies anywhere in the dream, even though I was whisked away from the party after looking into a basket full of red fruits and presumably went from Portland to Albuquerque in a matter of minutes.
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