StephL

I was wondering about private/DV journalling the last week - and stopped doing it in here.
I found, that while it is good, to do it on a recording function of my I-Phone - without the drive to trans-scribe it - I do not even always listen to it once more.
So this can´t be good.
So I´m back.
But I also have this stupid problem of sweating esp. while vivid and active dreams - and I sort of automatically start moving and opening my eyes to get a new shirt.
It is good I can start dictate, while doing that - but anyway - got to try to really keep still and eyes closed and feel a bit damp and un-comfy for the sake of recall!

While I can hold on to fragments, while doing the changing - I believe this is mostly optically - I do loose the bigger narrative like that.

Many - unnoticed dream-signs: Place of my youth, friends from back then, removals, looking for a place to live.. and more in the other fragments, too.

So - three of the several fragments on the 4 min. audio-file, I grumbled together:

I wanted to move back to the place I spent my youth, and was looking for somewhere to live - me a man, I don´t know, came along a small street - rather a way, where there where lots of old-fashioned, formerly very beautiful Bavarian buildings - like old farm-complexes and also normal houses - all were completely ruined, though.
One could look through wooden pillars - and even inside was nothing interesting to go examine and "pillage".
Something I felt like doing - and I was disappointed, not to see furniture or interesting other things inside any of them.
I was also wondering, how it could be, there were ruins in such a "popular area" close to the lake.



I was with one old female school-friend out to look for something to wear for a party - and we suddenly thought - why not just take something.
But as it were - there was almost no space in the 2 shops, we went in - and nothing we wanted, either - so back out we went.
Then she was suddenly gone - and I had to pass through a café with tables on the side-walk.
Twice something fell to the ground unnoticed - first an expensive ear-ring - and I picked it up and gave it back to the woman - and then some figurine of a board game - also gave that back to that woman.


The last thing was the nicest - I think, not often in my dreams do I hear something beautiful.

I was sight-seeing inside a big government-building with another friend back from school.
I still have some contact with some of them - but not him for too long, actually.
Inspired by Sivason - I might write a mail to him..

Anyway - there were columns with singing bowls - some of them filled with water.
My friend circled with his finger around the rim of one filled bowl - and the most wonderful sound emerged - crystal-clear and very sublime - "hanging in the air" for a while after.
The one closest to me didn´t have water, but I found and poured some in - and started trying it out myself.
But it didn´t work out as beautifully - almost didn´t work at all - and bit later - we left.