(J,)

I had a dream just before waking this morning. It is very long for an email and somewhat perverse, in a certain subtextual way. Perhaps you shouldn't read it.

You, myself and the Dapper Dee were trapped inside a building, all granite walls and well-aged furnishings. There were others milling about as well; background players, this time. Ji may have been there, and a certain woman, among others. They were not clearly visible.

As we wandered here and there, the building began to tremble. Stronger and more vigorously the vibrations came upon us as we slowly aroused ourselves to the fact that the building was indeed
coming apart with each tremulous wave.

Gathered together, scattered apart, dodging and running -- the building shook as if awakened from a long slumber and determined to become fiercely animate. A doomed intention, however, as marble cornice and granite edifice began to rain down on us in chunks the width of two men and weight of twenty five.

Oddly, though, I was not the hero, sweeping you off your feet and secreting you away to an underground escape corridor. To the contrary, it was Dee who, with inexplicable architectural knowledge, led us from room to room until the building revealed a fissure in its side. Prismatic gossamer threads of light filtering between the cracks of our erstwhile prison allowed us a final scramble toward the incandescent warmth of the sun, dust and falling debris threatening to envelop us at every step.

Did we survive? Having made our way to that fortuitous jagged opening in the crumbling structure, were we all able to breathe the pure atmosphere on the other side?

Awakened (somewhat) and wondering what it means, if anything...

(saru)

PS> Pardon my misuse of the word 'edifice'. It seemed to fit.

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