two days ago i drove home from downtown los angeles at seven am, arrived at seven thirty, and let myself sleep for an hour and a half before i had to get up and go to work.
i was looking through some sort of box and found a folded rectangular piece of plastic with deep scalloped edges all around. it was purple and when i unfolded it i recognized it as a starfish and was sure to keep its mouth submerged in water.
i looked through another box and found an osprey at the bottom lying on its side. it had a white head with black markings, a great black beak and black tongue. (i recognized it as an osprey in my dream and i just google imaged osprey and that is exactly exactly what i saw in the dream.) i asked it if wanted to be released and it nodded. i released it and soon its osprey wife had arrived to meet it.
i was on a platform with a family of orangutans. suddenly, the platform was in freefall, akin to a falling elevator, but i wasn't scared at all - it was exhilarating. the orangutans were hooting and dancing. suddenly i was seeing everything from an eagle-eye, swooping camera point-of-view and i could see the orangutans and an entire rainforest and i could hear the chorus of birds and music accompanying a joyous rainforest.
and then i woke up and went to work.
The reality of things is that you will inevitably leave your home for two weeks and return to find that everyone thinks you are dead and the sunflowers you lovingly raised from seed have gone and bloomed withoutyou.
