My dreams do intrigue me, and, on waking, I try to capture their essence before they fade. The last few mornings I’ve been making journeys. Usually in the daylight, though recently, at night too. The landscapes are mostly urban, as it was this morning. I heard music coming from the buildings I passed. I was going to meet DP and yet I was there at his house with P. at the same time as I was journeying there. Time is never linear, everything melds together. I wanted to tell him about the music I’d heard. And now its gone. Gone.
