found

Here is a nice little patch of grassy hillside with a birdhouse posted near the treeline that I have run or walked or rolled or been chased (playfully) across at least four times... in my dreams.



On Friday my aunt suggested we walk around the reservoir because it was a gorgeous day and because we like to walk and because the reservoir is lovely and it was a shame that I had never been there before. And when we came over this rise I had to stop for a moment, and take a picture, because it has been one of my safest places, and now I know where to find it whenever I like.

seen/unseen

Been having very strange dreams again of late. Set in real places that I have never set foot in before in my waking life. Full of people I love and hate, cyclical conversations and revealing scenarios reminiscent of the past, leaving me angry or confused or both.

Here is where one of them happened. It's an amazing church-turned-bookstore in the Netherlands that I'd never seen or heard of except for when I dreamed it a few weeks ago--and then again when I startled myself by accidentally stumbling across this photo of it on the internet yesterday:



I knew the Davenport Hotel too, years before I ever visited it. Knew where to find the grand ballroom, a particular portrait, the stairs to the rooftop, a place behind a potted tree where I had hidden in a dream. I've recognized intersections, a new friend's back yard, the view from an apartment I was visiting for the first time. I sometimes wonder if every place I ever thought I had imagined really is out there somewhere.

No point to this post, really, except that it's on my mind.
And my shoulder is hurting again. Badly.