(Saturday, November 29, 2025)
The latest morning dream. Very vivid, as they always are,
My old friend Bev, whom I worked with at our WordWeavers co-op in the late ’70s, invites me to a professional movie project in a large studio building. I meet the director, a man in his forties or fifties. The building is tall, multi-stories, but completely open. There are no stairs or ceilings (except for the wooden roof). The structure, the walls and windows, are beautiful dark wood, not cement or steel or bricks. Maybe red cedar. Yet modern.
I wander around while Bev works with the filmmaker, and get a disturbing message at the end of the dream: Bev is dying of cancer.
Day notes:
I misspelled “stairs” as “stares.”
Bev is another writer friend. She was a director at Dharma Field Zen Center (near my Exercise Coach workouts). She wrote a spiritual blog for many years but I have not been receiving her writings for a long time. Even though I love Bev, her writing style did not resonate with me, kind of the same as my reaction to Mary’s writings. Bev must be the screen writer in the dream, is my guess.