I dream I am at some man's farm and he says he will let me take a picture of one of his goats, a kid. It is white, with a few gold and grey spots and longish , coarse-looking hair. I want to hold it and tell him how I used to raise goats and how the walked with us and how we used to take them to bed with us (the kids, I explain, not the adults). I say the kid on its back and rub its belly--this seems to soothe it.
Besides the absurdity of taing the goats to bed and laying them on their back and rubbing their bellies, the one thing this makes me think of is working on my goat novel (totally unrelated).
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Hidden Rooms
Hidden rooms are the places in our minds where dreams and fantasies occur. Or the places we go when we dream. Mearddth is the land of dreams. The first 5 letters is dream, spelled backwards.
Hidden rooms are my dreams and my dreamwork. Some people like dreams and others hate them. If you hate them, but are interested in me for some reason, go to No Polar Coordinates, Detroit Daily, or Imagik, for my personal blog, my city blog and my images. (See links below. )
Ever since my computer died and I lost everything, I am looking for alternate ways to preserve, backup and retain my work. Hidden Rooms is an illustrated dream journal for me.
Hidden rooms are my dreams and my dreamwork. Some people like dreams and others hate them. If you hate them, but are interested in me for some reason, go to No Polar Coordinates, Detroit Daily, or Imagik, for my personal blog, my city blog and my images. (See links below. )
Ever since my computer died and I lost everything, I am looking for alternate ways to preserve, backup and retain my work. Hidden Rooms is an illustrated dream journal for me.
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