Entry 78

Written Sunday, 03 May 2020:

Floating on my back in some dark lake or natural pool. It’s night time, no moon, no stars, but there’s light enough to see or know there’s a hippo and an alligator approaching, their eyes just popping out of the water. I guess I wasn’t scared, or didn’t care. When they got next to me they flipped over and floated on their backs, belly up. I thought they’re dead. Then a feeling of darkness, dread afterwards. . .

Next dream I’m in some dinner party. Two women rush out to leave, or I think they made excuses to go to the bathroom first maybe, but I knew they were leaving. I went after them. Outside they were already in the car, sitting in the back passenger seats. I didn’t want them to leave me. They told me I can get in, but I didn’t know where I would sit, so I asked if they wanted me to drive. But when I looked again they’re now sitting in the front seats, the driver seat occupied by one of the women, and the back seats were also occupied by their little kids in baby car-seats. Upon waking, didn’t care much to remember this dream. . .

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weekly (sometimes monthly) writings on and off the camino, relating the journey to the everyday mundane, continuing the camino all over the world, for as long as possible

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