sun 11 feb 2007 16:43:47 amsterdam
dreamed of a little clock
another dream. i was somewhere in a countryside, a breeze was blowing, some kind of festival was happening and people were dancing in brilliant autumn-colored costumes. i mean, fiery colors like autumn leaves. ajw was there with some film crew guy who was now her new boyfriend. i was feeling sentimental and wondering why i couldn't just enjoy these amazing colors.
aj came to where i was, and brought me some kind of gift in a big box, with some paper sticking out of it so she suggested we go somewhere out of the wind. we ducked inside a sort of cellar of the mansion. there were a few different gifts in the package. but the one i got to see was a small circular rounded wooden clock, in a sort of art deco design. it was beautiful. i was crying. i was about to turn and tell her it was beautiful.
then suddenly i was elsewhere, and a rugged light-brown man with a grizzly beard picked up a half-smoked cigarette in the alley as a bunch of children ran away, dispersed by some disturbance i'd missed. the man said something like "at this rate i'm gonna have butts in five languages."