(Wednesday, July 8, 2015)
Not much left of this dream, but it felt very lucid, sensual, real.
I’m in my house, in the kitchen. It has the feeling that I have begun to ascribe to memory. Not dream.
The pantry is a large room with thick blue-green stucco walls to the right of the kitchen. On one of the countertops I find a thin book that is made of parchment-like sheets of wood.
Impressions are left on the wooden surface from a wooden stylus. Layers and layers of scribing. Runes. I know that the language is an early version of Danish.
Day notes:
I checked out four books on runes from the library last week. One was a first edition from 1968 signed by the author. It felt like a treasure. I am interested in runes because I have wondered if the book in my dream “Yoga Couple” might have contained runes, since the writing was illegible. I am hoping to create a small book based on that dream to submit to the Rolduc art show in 2016.