The moon is full. Or is it new? Either way it has been playing merry hell with my dreams. Playing merry hell, who was it that used to say that? My night time visions have been very lucid and very symbolic, or so it seems. I have conversations. I talk things through and try to resolve them. The night before it was with my mother. She is long dead but she was alive and well that night. I was cleaning a lamp of hers. I remember it from when we used to live on the farm. I thought it a lovely thing, as special thing, then. It was a reproduction of an old oil lamp, electric, of course, with a glass inner funnel and a too-shiny brass base. This one had a little more patina. I was scared that I would break it as she watched. Then she began to tell me that it wasn’t actually hers that she’d just acquired it because the previous owners of the house (was it the farm?) had left it behind. She seemed to imply that she too would do the same. Last night I dreamt of a boat. I’d been sailing on it. It was a huge liner with thousands of cabins. All my things were there. Then I was watching it from a window with him and it was on fire. Great rolls of smoke and fire was emitting from it. It was very dramatic, almost filmic. I went to see how I could recover my things and spoke to a very officious woman who told me that all would be sent on. But how do you know who owns what? I asked her, for, as I explained, there were several people in the cabin. For instance, I said, how do you know what belonged to the mother, or the daughter? In the end she began to see my point and did something on her phone. I woke feeling satisfied that I had been understood.
We walked early, before the rain came and the sky was yellow, orange and pink.
