Entry 89

Written 23 May 2020 at 11:07am, Saturday:

Was walking along a narrow boardwalk set up high along a rocky cliff-side ridge by the sea. There were people behind me. It’s daytime. I keep walking and I see people, order folks down on the beach looking up at us, climbing up to the boardwalk. I think they saw ours looked like a fun walk with a view and so they’re joining us. Ahead of me I run into a dead end, the boardwalk chopped off abruptly. I see people ahead of me somehow on the other side, the continuation of the boardwalk some ways away. They must have climbed along the cliff-face to reach that other segment of the boardwalk. If I’m to continue, I’d also have to climb the overhang, with my legs and lower body hanging without any footholds. I decide not to continue and the people behind me seemed to agree this is a good idea. The side-ridge cliff-face had large windows because it’s no longer a cliff-face but the side of a building. I climb into a window. There’s a small group of young people hanging around with snacks on the table. One of them welcomes me to join and have a snack. They had a huge variety of pastries, different kinds but also multiple ones of the same kind. Except for one. A pastry crafted to look like the face of a dryad, like that character in Guardians of the Galaxy, Groot. I knew in the dream it was a representation of a benevolent tree spirit, though I’m not familiar with the movie in or out of the dream. This pastry was the only one of its kind left; it was a cake with a sort of gummy bear on its head, except it’s not a bear but like a flower. So the cake was the face of Groot with a gummy flower bloom on its head. I say to the guy that invited me, yeah, this looks very good, or that this looks very cool just as the guy said. . . I do remember saying it looks too good to eat and wanted to take a picture of it first before eating, but the gummy on top would keep falling off. . .

Then I’m somewhere else, but still indoors, dimly lit. I’m spreading butter on a piece of bread, a pão da avô, half-slice, putting it on a table like some kind of offering in front of a picture of a young woman. I knew her in the dream and thought she was too young for some reason, but upon waking she is faceless.