Dream: the door was closing, I put my fingers in the grate to hold it open. As it closed in closed down on my fingers, I thought for a moment that they would be cut off, but it stopped just as it was getting tight. I stood there shouting for help. No one could here me. Words like door: Access.… Read more →
Daily Archives: March 1, 2005
He is here!
I painted my toenails blue and waited for the portal to open. when he arrived I stopped remembering everything that happened before, or who I was waiting for. So beyond my imagination. I do not need any flowers. Read more →