*dreaming alot about sophie.
at the hurricane's in albuquerque.
in an office building with the ocean trying to drown us, only i'm a guy and she's not sophie. there are huge pillars with 20 foot waves rush thro them. i'm trying to hold onto 'her' hand. we are both totally business, wearing drab navy blues and browns . i yell something to 'her' before we are either drowned or washed away from each other. i'm pretty sure it has someone to do with love.
is there a church next? or maybe sohpie's "old" house maybe. the paint is peeling, it feels like your summer hiding spot as a kid. attack of bugs, chasing someone to our door. i let them, stinging insects follow.
lori's husband checking on her.
climbing up onto of the statue of liberty.
smooshed in a car with boys, kinda holding this kids's hand, does jett notice? where am i going, what am i waiting for? everything has this strange childhood feeling.
1 comment:
I had like a really similar dream a couple of months ago. Smooshed into a car with boys, I was holding one of their hands on the sly. You were there, also Poaulie and Tyrrell, Jett was driving. We were going to a theme party, everyone was dressed up as their favorite era. You were a fities, I think the whole car was except for me. I was a flapper.
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