October 31, 2006
The twenty-ninth dream: I dream deep into the night, and the dreams are happy dreams were I am close to someone and Psyche holds my hand. They are terrifying dreams of shipwrecks at sea followed by swallows diving over serenity and I am sailing in my Scott again, slitting the lake, the sails filled out like wings lifting me to joy. I miss the swallows&I miss the lake&I miss the snap and billow of the sail and the soft flying. I miss my Psyche and the someone to be close to. I wonder if she will come home.