Dreams

What I remember was quite short; at about 3:30am this morning, I found myself dreaming of being in a hospital bed, with the various monitors and so attached, and in the corner of the room, Aunty Bonnie (who passed away last year) was sitting there in the corner and said directly to me in a steady voice, "You do not have long to live. You will die soon", at which point I woke up

I don't normally remember dreams, and neither am I familiar with ones so direct; needless to say, I'm a little shaken...

Inspired to write

With the few people I've spent time with leading up to the advent of the new year, I've maintained that I've not been looking forward to '08

I really, really liked '07; '06 @ u/seed was fantastic, '07 was an incredible year of new beginnings and magnificent adventures, and I was really quite sad to see it go, especially as '08 on the surface has nothing exciting at all

But tonight, as I sat on the roof of one of the oldest buildings in melbourne (eating dumplings, appropriately), christop came up with this gem: "so, similarly to how you're romantic in everything you do, are you now going to be adventurous? even though you're not going to have a big adventure this year, will you be having lots of little ones?"

We went down to christop's room, went through photos of brent's birthday, credo christmas, and the staff chrissy party. I got home, read through christops and kates blogs - to spend some time with pictures and words of such colour and life vibrance, it's simply impossible to come away and not be "life-breathed"

As the mental haze and fog start to lift, and with it the projections of only avoidance of relationships-and-selves-only environments, I start to see again the potential timbre of life... of '08

And become, again, inspired to write