For those of you who may not know this, because lately it’s been all about the yarn and the silkmoths – this journal started out being primarily about my night-time dreams, and the work and study I do with them. I’ve been ignoring my dream life lately, with the result that my dreams have become distant, fleeting, and vague – I’m trying to reconnect to that current, and start recording my dreams again.
I’m in a large open building, reminds me somewhat of one of the big flea-market barns, except that it seems like the “stalls” are all little businesses instead of being flea-market places. I’m looking at a large cage in the center of the courtyard area; this is a display of my caterpillars that I’ve set up for people to view. Some of them are massive – I comment to a bystander that they can get up to a foot long. I pick up one of the big ones and put it on my arm. It spits a brown goo that gets on its head and upper body, and I’m a little concerned because that can sometimes mean they’re sick. I point to the cocoons that the caterpillars are spinning in the corners of their cage. Some of them are huge, but others are more the normal size.
I have a shopping cart, and it’s got various grocery items in it. I walk along, and see J. up ahead at a counter, and hurry over to her. I point to the stuff in the cart, and tell her that I have everything to make chocolate chip cookies, if she has some chocolate. She smiles and laughs. [real life note: I have to use special flours for any kind of cooking, as I’m gluten intolerant and can’t have wheat – if I wanted to make chocolate chip cookies with someone, I’d have to bring a lot of ingredients.]
J. and I head off, looking for Christopher. I stop in at one of the offices, where everyone is dressed in matching blue golf-collar shirts with some orange logo mark on them. I ask if Chris is there, but the man says that he doesn’t work here any more. I know that this was the address he gave me, but I think that it may be to his old job, not his new one. We walk on, still looking for him.