My sleep was so broken last night i would’ve expected to remember a lot more dreams but i only remember a little slice of one and the only reason i remember that one is because when i was brushing my hair this morning something white fell out of my hair and when i picked it up, it was a feather and i remembered i was flying.


I’m in an old house. I think it’s supposed to represent my great-grandparents house. Harriet is standing in the room with me. i’m so happy to see her. She’s so short! I’d forgotten how short she was. She’s telling me to look at the tops of the large wooden shelves that line some of the walls and read the writings there. I fly up to the ceiling level and clear off the dust that’s obscuring the writing. It says Bob Devine 1949. I tell her what it says and that’s all i remember.


Harriet is my great aunt. When she died, i walked with her in a dream to the end of the world where Death took her to the other side. Bob Devine is her husband. I wonder if his time here is nearing the end. Or maybe it's wordplay. Devine - divine. He's very old so it wouldn't surprise me if he leveled up. I kept waking from the bright light shining on my face but it must’ve been moonlight because every time i’d wake up and look out the window to see if i could find the eclipse but the sky was pink and covered with clouds. I think i was waking up. Maybe that was a dream too. Although i distinctly remember looking at the clock and seeing 12:45, 2:47, and 4:13. I should tell Mike in case he wants to play those numbers!