Feeding the Baby

More and more I feel I am falling away from the world. I feel less sensitive and I suspect this is good for business but bad for art. Last night I was dreaming house again. In this dream the houses were paired. One was a glorious architectural merenge of glass, wood and stone. The house was pierced by windows that were made up of tinier windows with bushes draping over them. Across from this house was an older house built in the Victorian style, very lovely but absolutely standard. It was explained in the dream that the Victorian house and the little glass, wood and stone house were of a type that had been paired since the days of prohibition. The one house was used for buying drugs and booze and any other illegal activity. The other was where the rich people lived. The rich people would have their parties and they would use the other house for the drugging and drinking. In this fashion their hands were not soiled. I had a  really lovely glimpse through holes in the wall of the dru...

The sky is always dark in my dreams. I was in a garden with Morgan, his garden, he was showing me his plants. We were standing underneath a looming, beautiful live oak tree. Its roots were everywhere.. but something was "off" somehow, I felt frightened, felt we weren't alone.. kept saying to Morgan, "It's just the fear of the unknown, that's all" over + over to reassure myself. Then he took me by the shoulders and turned me to face the dark garden, the trunk of the oak tree, and said "Look". and before me were these elongated, luminous slivers of light much like orbs but shaped differently, and they were bobbing gently in the air like sleepy fireflies. "This is your family, " Morgan said. and they were spirits, benevolent spirits that are always with me/us.. "See, there's my grandfather".. he pointed.. [lawson?] it was so amazing and magical and lovely and my fear dissolved and I was in pure awe.