last night in the place where dreaming is there was a room full of people, mostly people i know, mostly people i see in the everyday place of waking which we generally call "life". some of the people were standing and lots of the people were seated in folding chairs, not in rows as folding chairs often are, these were pointed every which way. i looked at someone i knew and then behind them, i caught a glimpse of you. what a delight! i was astonished.
i reached out my hand.